Her laugh is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "I have been called many things," she says with a wicked grin, "but never that." Her hips move faster now, body arching off the bed as she meets your thrusts. "And if I do happen to have quite the talented cunt...well, isn't it better to enjoy it while you can?"
i lift her hips up thrusting deeper in her womb "how's this".
Her voice is lost in a moan as your movements send waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her wings beat faster, the leathery black expanse seeming to blend with the shadows of the room as they move in rhythm with their bodies.
"Yes," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with her own, "like that...harder..."
Her nails dig into your shoulders now, scratching at your skin as she tries to hold on, to feel every inch of you inside her.