While Evian engaged in a staring contest of sorts with Zayda Vi'thar, his Grey eyes appearing to be bearing deep into her very soul, Ember kept her arms locked around his neck, ignored her surroundings and just gyrated as best she could.
With her legs around Evian's waist, she had enough support to pull herself up and down even as she rocked her hips, angling Evian's cock this way and that inside her snatch. Having it hit those spots she was starting to learn could drive her crazy.
Her mouth was open against Evian's neck, licking the sweat of his perspiration as religiously as she wished to guzzle down the seeds in his balls.
The shame of having an audience, one staring so dutifully, still remained but Ember could hardly let it stop her from enjoying all the pleasurable wonders that Evian's cock had to offer. Her breasts were pressed tight against Evian's chest, her erect nipples almost piercing through his flesh by the power of her arousal.
