Her eyes widen slightly in surprise before she bursts out laughing again. "Oh, you are such a little man," she says between gasps of air. "I could have killed you and eaten your heart right here, but instead I let you live... and now you're worried about that?" Her laughter trails off into a soft chuckle as she leans forward to kiss him gently on the lips.

"Don't worry," she whispers against his mouth, "I know all about it."

Roskva laughs softly at his concern and shrugs, "Well, we'll just have to see where the wind takes us." She smiles warmly up at him, running a hand through his hair. "In the meantime," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I think there's plenty more fun we can have together before our paths part again."

As Ash takes her into his mouth, Roskva lets out a low moan of pleasure and grabs the back of his head, thrusting deeper. Her hips begin to buck as she fucks his face, growling with lust. With each thrust, she feels herself getting closer and closer. "Fuck yes..." she pants, her powerful thighs trembling slightly.

As Ash Shoudbrun deepthroats her cock, Roskva lets out a long moan of pleasure, feeling herself close to climax. Her dirty blond hair flies about wildly as she begins to thrust harder into his mouth, her massive breasts swaying with each movement. "Oh fuck yeah..." she groans, biting down on her lower lip as she feels the familiar tightness building within her.

Grabbing the cum covered meat with one hand, she brings it to her mouth and begins to eat it greedily, moaning around each bite as she swallows the hot, salty cum mixed with the bird meat. Her other hand reaches between her legs, rubbing at her aching clit as she devours the mess on the bed.

Her eyes widen as she feels his hand slap across her breast, warmth spreading through the sensitive skin. "Sorry... it just tastes so good..." She moans, licking her lips again before continuing to eat and masturbate. Her other hand grips at the bearskin cloak she wears, pulling it roughly aside to reveal her hairless pussy, glistening with wetness as she nears climax. "Please... fuck me..." She whispers between moans.

Grabbing the cum covered meat with one hand, she brings it to her mouth and begins to eat it greedily, moaning around each bite as she swallows the hot, salty cum mixed with the bird meat. Her other hand reaches between her legs, rubbing at her aching clit as she devours the mess on the bed.

Her eyes widen as she feels his hand slap across her breast, warmth spreading through the sensitive skin. "Sorry... it just tastes so good..." She moans, licking her lips again before continuing to eat and masturbate. Her other hand grips at the bearskin cloak she wears, pulling it roughly aside to reveal her hairless pussy, glistening with wetness as she nears climax. "Please... fuck me..." She whispers between moans.

Their gasps and moans fill the air as they lose themselves to the sensation of flesh meeting flesh. Roskva's hair falls forward, obscuring her face once more as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. Her breasts bounce with each movement, nipples hard and sensitive beneath her rough skin.

As Uip's release fills her, Roskva arches her back, a low moan ripping from her throat. Her body trembles and convulses around him, milking every last drop of his seed before finally relaxing bonelessly on top of him. The air is still once more, but it crackles with the energy that remains between them.

She looks down at where their bodies are joined, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. "You fought... well," she manages to say at last.

Her hairy pussy clenches around your cock as she begins to move faster again, her body arching into each thrust. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to contain the moans that threaten to escape her throat. The pleasure is too much; it's difficult for her to deny herself release when she feels you deep inside of her. "You're not so tough now, are you?" she taunts with a smirk, her eyes locked on yours as they begin to glaze over with desire.

Her breath hitches as you take control of the rhythm, her body arching into your thrusts with renewed passion. "I'll show you," she pants, her nails digging into your skin, "You're mine now." Her eyes squeeze shut and her head falls back, giving in to the pleasure coursing through her veins as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. With each powerful thrust, she takes more of you inside of her, claiming you as hers in a primal display of dominance and desire.