The sound of flesh banging against another flesh echoed inside an underground ice cave. Then came a woman's beastly moan.
"Yes! Just like that!" Wingy shouted.
Eka increased his pace. Her insides are so good he wanted to release his load but if he did that then his pride would be hurt.
Every flower that he entered so far has a different feeling and sensation. This one has that tightness that is very unique to her. Tight and soft at the same time. It wiggles his rod just like how her mouth is.
The head of his rod almost went out from her flower before he forcibly plunged it back. Juices fly in the air and Wingy's voice reached the highest octave she could muster.
Eka put one hand on her right leg and the other on her neck. "You like this ha?"
"Ye–shh!" Wingy answered, her tongue sticking out from her mouth. Like a dog, saliva flowed down every time the masked Holder hit her deepest spot.
They are both being hammered by pleasure.
