Asmodeus thrust forcefully into Iridessa, his powerful movements driving her deeper into the table. Iridessa's moans were the only sounds that escaped her lips as he continued to penetrate her. With his right hand gripping her left foot on his shoulder and his left hand pressing against her waist, the intensity of their connection grew.
"Ah, ah," Iridessa groaned, each thrust sending waves of pain through her body. She lay on the table, her tears mingling with the sweat that coated her skin.
Her desire-soaked core burned from the relentless pounding, the friction causing a sharp ache that made her bite down on her lip, suppressing the scream that threatened to escape.
Lilith, watching them with a growing arousal, couldn't contain her own desires any longer. "I want you to change positions," she commanded, her voice dripping with lust. She spread her legs wide, revealing her lack of underwear as she placed them on the arm of the chair.
