Lyra kept grinding against Zen, lost in the thrill of control.
Her slick pussy slid faster along his throbbing cock, soaking the thin fabric between them. Soft moans spilled from her lips with every roll of her hips. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the quiet tent.
Still, she wanted more.
With a wicked little smile, she slid down his body. Her cool fingers worked quickly at his pants, tugging them open and pulling them down just enough to free his cock.
The thick length sprang out, the flushed head already glistening with precum. Lyra's violet eyes darkened with hunger as she wrapped her cool hand around the base. She gave him one slow, firm stroke, feeling him twitch in her grip.
"Mmm," she hummed softly in satisfaction. "Look at you. So hard for me already."
She leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the salty heat of him.
