The initial plan—extract Anatuya's Ego essence and call it a day—evaporated somewhere between the fifth and sixth hour.
My hips moved on their own, chasing something I couldn't name.
Anatuya's confident smirk from earlier had dissolved into breathy gasps and half-formed words.
Her light chocolate skin glistened with sweat and cum, and every thrust made her chest bounce in a hypnotizing, satisfying way.
I also lost count of how many times we changed positions.
We started with missionary, then shifted to spooning when my arms grew tired. From there it became doggy style, then cowgirl when Anatuya pushed me onto my back.
At some point we ended up against the wall, her legs locked around my waist as I held her up. For one, I liked the time when I held both of her legs onto my shoulders, leaned forward, and then drove my cock further into her womb.
Because that was the moment where she moaned the most.
