Savrah was on all fours on the bed, her short silver hair falling forward as she arched her back, presenting that incredible ass to me. Her red eyes glanced back over her shoulder, wide and timid, but there was a spark of need in them. Her large breasts swayed beneath her, heavy and inviting, nipples already hard from the anticipation. Isobel lounged against the headboard, her purple eyes gleaming with that sultry dominance she wore so well. Her messy bun was a little disheveled, strands framing her face, and her own impressive breasts rose and fell with each breath.
I positioned myself behind Savrah, gripping her wide hips. Her skin was smooth, a deep amber tone that glowed faintly in the dim light. My cock was rock hard, throbbing as I pressed the tip against her entrance. She was already soaked, her pussy lips parting easily.
"Y-yes, milord... p-please," she whispered, her voice stuttery and soft, like she was afraid to ask but couldn't help it.
