After they were both done cumming, Erik dropped down on the pier next to his wife. Astrid was panting from lust, rather than exhaustion, her expression twisted in pleasure, fluids leaking from her still-raised ass.
"Was that about how you imagined it?" Erik wondered playfully, slowly wiping sweaty hair from her forehead.
"N— No…" Astrid groaned, still recovering from what just happened. She finally lowered her hips, and dragged her upper body onto Erik's naked lap. "Fucking my ass wasn't part of the plan, and obviously it should have been the real Edda, preferably coming closer and fingering herself."
Erik smiled at the vampire's lewd vision while caressing her back. "Alright, but did you enjoy yourself?"
The vampire on his lap smirked a little. "My ass hurts…"
Chuckling, Erik shook his head. "That's not an answer, Astrid."
