The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the jungle. Trees towered above, their leaves creating a lush canopy that filtered the golden light. The air was thick with the scent of earth and flowers, mingling with the sounds of the cascading waterfall.
Birds chirped in the distance, their songs a delicate contrast to the primal scene unfolding by the water.
Martha, hidden behind the thick foliage, was transfixed by the sight before her.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Kiba's massive form move with raw, animalistic grace.
He was deep inside Penelope, her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans of pleasure harmonizing with the rush of the waterfall. Tempest knelt beside them, her mouth eagerly attending to Kiba's balls, her tongue lapping up every drop of his essence.
Martha's grip tightened around the hilt of her sword.
