After almost five hours of non-stop fucking, the main bedroom of the Bastion of The Spectrum reeked of sweat and sex. Lucifer was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His breathing was heavy, his cock still hard but he clearly felt the fatigue in his muscles.
Aeshma, on the other hand, had eyes that shone even brighter. Her brown hair with orange highlights was stuck to her face and shoulders, her body covered in sweat, her pussy red and swollen, but she was smiling with a hungry look.
"You're out of breath, big guy?" she asked in a hoarse voice as she crawled toward him. "If you're tired, then let me do all the work."
