Icy Territory
Davis started to thrust into Natalya's cave hole again after a moment's brief of rest. He moved his sinister hands and groped her breasts, feeling it in his palms as it changed shapes to his kneading.
"Ahnh!~"
"Auhnn!~"
Hearing Natalya repeatedly moan under the machinations of three pleasuring tools, he became increasingly unbridled in seeking out her sensitive spots with his hands.
Unlike before, he took his time variating between thrusting faster and slower. He controlled the pacing and even the movements, rubbing every part of her cave, especially the zone which made Natalya unabashedly moan like a harlot.
However, they still dual cultivated as Natalya felt that she shouldn't waste even a drop of the yang essence he is giving to her. Each drop was precious, not in an erotic way but as a surge to her in cultivation.
Besides, everything is hers, and no one can take him away from her, at least, not at this time.