"Nnnghh—ahhnn~" her moans came out muffled, bubbles rising up as she took him deeper, lips sliding halfway down his shaft, cheeks puffing with every hungry suck—Sschlrrp—schlk—glgkk…
Liraeth watched as the fox eagerly sucked her man, her own need bubbling up. She longed to take her place faster, to taste him, to wash away the lingering traces of the fox on his skin. She loved him, but more than that, this elf loved his cock more.
Liraeth didn't want to lose—not when the competition between them had become so fierce. She could feel the rise of desperation inside her as her breasts pressed against his arm, the softness of them pushing into his muscle. She pulled him closer, her lips demanding as her tongue slipped past his, exploring with an insistent need that mirrored the fire building inside her.
She wanted more. Needed more.
