"Ohhh… oh my fucking god…!"
Juliana moaned, her whole body trembling like she'd just been plugged into a live wire.
"YES! Fuck, YES!"
She all but howled, gripping onto anything within reach—pillows, the table, even Lui's discarded shirt—as if holding on for dear life.
Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, drool dangerously close to spilling down her chin. She was wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked.
Artis groaned, his grip tightening on her hips.
"Ahhhh, fuck…"
His hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, slamming forward with the kind of precision that should've been fucking illegal.
His cock was in heaven—wrapped in a vice grip of wet, desperate need, her walls clenching him like they were trying to suck the soul out of him.
Every time he bottomed out, Juliana let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a dying angel and a woman who just discovered the meaning of life.
