Laz was both horrified and turned on as this woman rode him like a beast while he stood standing, doing his best to maintain his balance as she slammed herself against him, impaling herself to her deepest depths and then finding some way to take it deeper, her small frame and tight stomach deformed from his holy rod's penetration.
What's more, her cries were like a wild animals, both in pleasure and pain and she screamed and moaned, extasy overtaking every part of her being as she let herself go, covering Laz in a waterfall of her juices. Her dark eyes were a swirl of madness and lust as she swayed her hips back and forth stirring her insides and for once in his life, Laz was almost about to be overwhelmed by a woman's lust for him and not the other way around.
