Bites, claws, and groans paired with pleasure, were quite abundant in the bathhouse as Raven and Aria made love to each other. The once golden bath had gained a crimson hue thanks to their blood dripping from all over. And yet, her one leg on top of his shoulder while being pinned to the edge of the bath, both ached for more as their mind was consumed by the most rugged form of pleasure.
Every sway of Raven's hip made the elf's entrance stretch to his sizes along the length of his shaft before closing up a little as her pussy was kissing its end and pinned by his balls. With a sizzling groan, she dug her nails deeper. Looking into his eyes, their kissing now a contest of who could hold their breath longer, she began swaying her hips side to side to rub his cock against every small corner of her fleshy walls.
