Chapter 75-new spells
His large member pressed against her flower lips, sliding a few times, struggling to squeeze into the narrow opening.
Margaret couldn't help but embrace his back, her nails deeply embedded in his flesh, emitting sob-like moans from her mouth.
"It's too big..."
Her waist arched like a bow, legs pressed apart, tightly against the bedsheets.
Winchester thrust inward.
Fine sweat beaded on his forehead, dampening his temples and eyebrows, even his eyelashes hung with glistening droplets. The warm, moist passage enveloped his shaft, sucking, pushing, and resisting, leaving him breathless.
The hand covering Margaret's eyes was damp and hot in his palm, like the trembling wings of a butterfly with dew. Winchester removed his hand, only to see the reddened corners of her eyes, her cheeks soaked with tears.
The morally wayward brother could barely control his emotions.