Aiden's balls tightened like twin steel bands, churning with thick, heavy ropes of cum as he felt the final, overwhelming pressure build at the base of his twelve-inch shaft. The wet, squelching heat of Selisha's slime-womb pulsed around him like a living furnace, her transparent, liquefied body glowing brighter with every ripple of her orgasm. Steam curled lazily up from the sacred spring, mixing with the sweet, musky scent of her arousal and the faint metallic tang of blood from her broken hymen. The cave echoed with the constant wet slap of flesh—clap! clap! clap!—as his hips pistoned upward, slamming the fat, veined head of his cock directly into the deepest part of her womb.
"Selisha…" he growled, voice low and dark, vibrating through her flowing body. "I'm gonna cum. Take it all."
