644 Under Witchcraft Influence

Islinda got… sidetracked? 

"Eli…. Oh Fuck! Yes!" Islinda gasped as Eli's hips moved with precision, hitting the perfect spot at just the right angle. She collapsed against the bed, overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. Each sensation sent her into a frenzy, her cries echoing in the room as her body arched uncontrollably. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, on the brink of complete surrender.

"I missed you, princess…" Eli panted heavily, his grip tightening as he spread her legs wider and continued to thrust into her, growling with exhilaration at the intense sensation.

Her body convulsed around him, her sex pulsating around his throbbing member, and Eli responded by driving into her with even more force. Finally, she succumbed to the climax with a cry, every nerve in her body alive and tingling with pleasure.