'Her distinct aroma is still captivating… I just can't get enough of her…'
In front of Keith was the only woman he'd yearned for, laying on the comfortable quilt, with him ramming inside of her and Athan by her mouth.
Enthused, two of them were in synchrony, pounding her, and gave their best from the blatant signal of her receding curse.
For a while, in the conjoined effort of Keith and Athan, they had kept it up all for her sake, leaving no stone unturned; and the dwindling gleam in her eyes was their cue upon busting a nut.
'I… Can't stop just yet—not now…'
For a while, she leaned towards her passive state, in which he thought that it would've been much easier from now on but it wasn't the case as he was on the verge of collapsing from doing it with her non-stop for who knew how long since they started.
