"Why isn't he doing me?" Maria wondered, sitting to the side as Kevin took Key in a mating press. Key's legs, stretched back due to her smaller height, were almost curled around him, hugging him tightly. With each thrust of his hips, she let out breathless gasps into his ear, her eyes rolling back and tearing up, her tongue hanging out. Kevin's movements were relentless, like a piston, pumping more of his semen into her with a grunt.
Watching them, Maria longed for Kevin to do the same to her. But he kept his penis exclusively inside Key, and it had been more than a few hours. Maria felt a mix of jealousy and sympathy for Key, who seemed barely able to endure more. Kevin had made her drink two recovery potions every time she neared exhaustion, only to ravage her again. Maria's yearning grew stronger, wishing to be the one receiving his relentless attention.
