Evelyn moved like a cat, regaining the strength of a second-stage warrior.
Ethan's cock slipped out of her pussy with a wet pop, and soon she found herself on top of him, leaning on his shoulders, her lips brushing against his.
She felt his breath, masculine and hot.
And he felt hers, intoxicating, sweet as blazing cherry trees.
Between her legs, hot cum oozed from the pale, plump lips of her pussy, the deep valley that hid her pink interior, painted white by the pearly liquid.
Ethan's cock, still semi-erect, settled into the cleft between her buttocks, swallowed by her soft, warm ass cheeks.
"I haven't lost yet…" Evelyn sighed, feeling Ethan's rough hands fall upon her huge, tanned tits.
He never exactly had the hands of a nobleman, despite his beauty and delicate appearance.
His lack of talent did not change the fact that, even with all the luxuries afforded to him as a son of the Darkwall family, he had never neglected his sword training.
