Thristle's hips slammed down with increasing ferocity, her plump red ass rippling every time it collided with Aiden's thighs. The silky purple gown fluttered wildly around her waist, the high slits completely open as she rode him like a woman possessed. Her massive breasts, already marked with deep bites and hickeys, bounced heavily above his face, nipples stiff and begging for more abuse.
"Fuck—! My King—! Your cock is so deep—! It's hitting my womb so hard—! Ahhn—! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh—!!" Thristle screamed, her long purple hair whipping around as she bounced faster and harder. Her purple eyes were glazed with pure lust, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her red cheeks.
Aiden growled like a beast, both hands gripping her juicy ass cheeks with bruising force, spreading them wide as he thrust up savagely to meet her. The wet, violent PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP sounds echoed through the bedroom, loud enough that they might wake Selvara if she weren't so thoroughly exhausted.
