"Your Majesty… your pussy feels so good," he gasped. "So tight around my cock."
Elara did not reply. Her face stayed cold. She rode him faster, bouncing on his cock with controlled force. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft filled the room. She looked at Ken.
"Come closer."
Ken knelt beside them. Elara grabbed his cock again and stroked him while she continued riding Mahir. She switched her rhythm — slow and deep, then fast and shallow — never letting either man settle into the pleasure.
She suddenly lifted off Mahir's cock. It slipped out, glistening and throbbing. She moved over to Ken and sat on his cock instead. She took him inside her in one hard drop. She rode Ken the same way — hard, deep, and completely in control. Her hands pressed on his shoulders, pinning him down.
"Your Majesty…" Ken growled, his voice rough. "Fuck… your pussy is squeezing me so hard."
