66 When Blood Runs Cold (Part 2 R18)

"That was hot," I admit, my voice unsteady and breathy. He smirks, spreading my legs before him, eyes glowing with a honeyed, ardent delight.

"Naughty girl," he snickers, and plunges a finger into my soaking wet pussy. I bite my lip to prevent any further moans from leaving my mouth- much to the dismay of the Prince before me, who expresses is his dissatisfaction with an overly dramatic pout.

It feels so good.

Soren continues thrusting in an out of my pussy, his finger curling inside me, stretching out my tight, wet, walls. And then, just as I am beginning to think I can't take any more, he adds another one, a devious smirk spreading from ear to ear as he observes the look of pleasure on my face with the satisfied grin of a smith after forging his finest tools. This time there is no hiding my moans.