The night with Seraphine reached its final, explosive crescendo.
She floated them both in the center of the chamber once more, her magic holding them suspended in mid-air. Trevor gripped her thick thighs, driving upward into her dripping pussy with powerful, gravity-defying thrusts. Seraphine's tail coiled around his waist for leverage, then split — the thinner secondary tip sliding into her own ass, fucking herself in perfect rhythm with his cock. The floating mirrors reflected every filthy detail: her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, sweet milk still leaking from her swollen nipples in thin streams; the obscene stretch of both her holes; the slick sheen of sweat, cum, and milk coating their joined bodies.
