Yvette clung tight to Evian throughout her climax but once it began to wane and before another could begin, she leaped off his shoulders, drawing in Spiritual energy to revitalize herself and ensure her legs were not wobbly and had the strength to support her.
She leaned over at Evian, pushing him back slowly, dislodging his cock from Frida's mouth and away from her suckling.
The Lordess' eyes had been closed, lost in the trance of euphoric death when the loss of Evian's rod had her eyelids flying open and her eyes glaring in annoyance at the cause.
She saw Yvette pushing Evian towards the bed only to force him back until he fell flat into the soft foam and she kept watching as the Larnak Regent straddled Evian's waist, her eyes hungry, her body shaking with anticipation as she grabbed the rod in front of her, gave it a few strokes before raising herself and properly angling it for her oncoming descent.
"~Nghhhhh~"
