Pah! Pah! Pah!
The sound of flesh striking flesh rang through the cabin with sharp, forceful rhythm, loud enough that it seemed to bounce off the walls.
Each snap of Elion's hips sent another solid smack through Nadia's wobbly backside, her ass rippling again and again under the weight of his powerful thrusts.
His shaft kept plunging into her sweet, clinging heat, vanishing completely each time he drove forward.
And whenever he pulled back, it emerged slick and shining, coated in her wetness before disappearing into her again just as quickly.
It was an obscene, mesmerizing sight.
The others could only watch in envy.
For the waiting succubi, and even for Zenith, there was something almost humbling about it, seeing Nadia. The quiet, composed one, being the first to receive him.
Every wet thrust, every broken moan that spilled from her lips, every strong motion of Elion's body only made the others ache more keenly for their own turn.
