Eva had her pinned.
Currently, on this fine day, she had one hand braced flat on the bed beside Katarina's head and the other hooked under her knee, hiking her leg up against her own pale shoulder.
Eva's wings were half-flared and shaking a little. Her silver hair was stuck to her forehead. Her dress was on the floor somewhere near the door, along with most of Katarina's clothes and one of Katarina's shoes, which had been kicked off so hard it had hit the wall.
And she wasn't about to go pick any of that stuff up, because Eva was going to town!
Katarina locked her ankles behind Eva's lower back and pulled her in deeper, grinning.
Eva, faintly blushing as she thrusted in and out of Katarina's pussy, looked away.
"What?" Katarina asked.
"Don't look at me like that."
She scoffed.
"Like what?"
"Like that!"
