Chapter 62
Atasha was still in a drunken stupor and lost in his touch when she felt his hands kneading her ass. Pressing her buttocks down and grinding them on his bulging twins, breathing hot air against the bareness of her neck.
Not even a second later, Zethus held his shaft and propped his raging turret. He positioned himself aiming at her burrow, swiftly shoving his pulsating manhood and thrusting deep inside her.
The sudden shot of pleasure, coupled with the man's exceptional fondling of her bums promptly jolted Atasha from helping herself as she roused and felt her body getting heavy.
"AAAHH! Zethus you bastard! You—!" Atasha looked at the man dreadfully, totally bewildered after perceiving the man's rod intensely quivering while wrapped in her tightness. Feeling the hot liquid bursting inside and filling her hole, Atasha's expression turned extremely ugly and pale.
