Elion pulled on her panties even tighter, stretching the delicate lace tightly against her skin before bringing his other hand down in a sharp, crackling slap onto her ass. Mira whimpered like a scolded dog, her hips jolting forward at the impact.
"You think you're in any position to be making demands right now?"
Without waiting for an answer, he tugged her panties roughly to the side, fully exposing her wet, glistening folds.
He pressed a single finger into her pussy, feeling her warm, wrinkled inner walls cling to him as if asking him to push deeper.
When he pulled his finger back, it was soaked. He brought it to his lips, licked the glistening wetness clean, and savoured the musky taste of her fluids on his tongue.
'Delectable...'
"Impatient, are we? Well, let me not keep you waiting any longer..."
Elion beckoned himself forward until his shaft was poking into the soft, warm cleft of her ass.
