“f**k!” Eliot screamed, his thrusts increasing pace as he reached around to rub Amelia’s clit. She felt his balls tightening against her and the first warm gush of his c*m inside her. Her head filled with a crashing o****m like lightning running all along her body.
Her back arched and contorted, her mouth coming off of Cassandra’s pulsing cunt as Eliot gripped her waist hard enough she knew she was going to bruise. Hell, she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to walk, but the languid relaxation filling every muscle in her body was the best she could ever remember.
Amelia felt fingers in her hair and she looked up to see Cassandra gazing at her with the same soft smile that had lured her into the queen’s arms.
“What’s your name, Heaven Lips?” Cassandra said softly.
“Amelia,” she
