Feverish, Reina screamed a moan, sinking fingers into her bedding as her insides reeled out of her control. She sang like a bard, jerking her hips off the bed, her enammering golden eyes rolling to the back of her head. And for a moment, her mind blanked of all thoughts but the sweet writhing pleasure vigorously hounding her loins.
"Again," She wishfully demanded, clutching the boy's Raven-colored hair drowning between her legs. She moaned and mewled, reeling and lurching, gasping for air that never seemed enough.
Altair peeped up, staring at Reina's breathless expression flushed red. His tongue suddenly flicked, snapping against her slit, sending her world aflame. Reina jerked up even higher, her back arching in such a way Altair wondered if her spine broke. Yet her sweet moans seemed to soothe his worries. Though not for long as once again, he was drowned in a sweet waterfall.
