Asura's body felt immersed in warmth, the soft body of Xavida, letting her smooth, silky scales brush against his thigh, while on the opposite side, Sigurd's long fingertips slid across his inner thighs, gently tickling him as she blew on his crotch, the half erect meat rapidly growing under their assault.
The dragoness gave a teasing grin while Sigurd used her hand to caress his balls, massaging them while she stared directly into Asura's eyes, before she looked over at the dragoness. "Why don't you have a taste?"
Xavida shook her head and flicked her tongue out as though tasting the air for his musk. The next moment, as she leaned over, the warm, powerful hand of Sigurd wrapped around his shaft, sliding along his length and directing the tip towards the soft, puffy lips of Xavida.
