SPLAAK!!
The sound cracked through the steam like thunder—flesh against flesh, wet and merciless.
Faylira shuddered. Her heart skipped. Her breath caught. She wasn't the one being struck—but her body reacted anyway. A tremble ran up her spine, her pussy clenched tight, and her tails twitched violently behind her, barely masking the raw heat blooming between her thighs. He hit her like that… and she moaned... gods... am I next?
She bit her lip, her emerald eyes darting through one of her tails—catching a glimpse of Sylvaris's hand on Liraeth's soaked ass, red from the strike, jiggling with water still dripping from her thighs. Why… why does that make me so jealous… Her body was betraying her. She wanted it. She needed to be spanked like that. To be held down, marked, fucked until her soul screamed his name—and he knew it.
