[ Aerith groans in pleasure as he dips his head to capture one of her nipples between his lips, the sensation making her roll her hips down more firmly against his, her head tipping back in a way that the camera will enjoy, all angles and sweat and bare skin.
But his reason for hurrying them along makes sense, and if he didn't shift when he did, she may have done it for them, bringing them back to the bed as her hips lift, helping him remove her panties. Once they're tugged down and off, she lets her legs part, cunt shimmering with wetness for him.
(She tries to ignore the cameraman she sees shift around behind Dan Heng, the zoom of his lens working to capture her need.)
Line. Ah, she has a line... ]
Take me, Dragon Lord.
[ And she raises her head to kiss him, hips arching toward his own. ]
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But his reason for hurrying them along makes sense, and if he didn't shift when he did, she may have done it for them, bringing them back to the bed as her hips lift, helping him remove her panties. Once they're tugged down and off, she lets her legs part, cunt shimmering with wetness for him.
(She tries to ignore the cameraman she sees shift around behind Dan Heng, the zoom of his lens working to capture her need.)
Line. Ah, she has a line... ]
Take me, Dragon Lord.
[ And she raises her head to kiss him, hips arching toward his own. ]