The Devil's Punishment Is An Elf's Pleasure *

Sigurd stood behind Eva with a sharp gaze. He lowered his palm to caress her smooth skin. The feeling of her plump buttocks and the sensation of the soft flesh that bounced in his palms made him eager. "Such a wonderful ass. The way my fingers sink into the flesh makes me want to ravish you."

"P-Please, not that."

"Hehe, why are you acting shy?"

Sigurd grabbed both round cheeks firmly; his fingers sank into the firm flesh, and his thumb dug into her crack, pulling the fleshy meat apart, revealing her precious honeypot, which was dripping wet in anticipation of her punishment. As her thick scent and warmth hit his face, a deliciously sweet and sour taste filled his nostrils.

"You're so wet that you can't help but want it. Right?"

"N-No!"