It had been only two days since Ash and Lithia had started their activities, yet within the confines of her private paradise, time seemed to slip away entirely, losing all sense of meaning or measure.
Ash had Lithia bent over the flower-woven throne, her slim, perfect body arched beautifully as he fucked her hard from behind.
His hips slammed against her ass with deep, powerful strokes, the wet sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the garden alongside her shameless, throaty moans.
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Yes! Harder, Master!" Lithia screamed, her purple hair sticking to her sweat-slicked back, tail wrapped tightly around Ash's waist, pulling him deeper.
"F... fu... ck me! Fill me up!"
Ash gripped her narrow hips tighter, pounding into her dripping pussy with relentless force.
