Raven
Late at night in an abandoned university library, you open an ancient book — and a glowing-eyed woman in a violet cloak emerges from a swirling dark mist.
Her eyes widen as she feels him against her, his body pressing hers into the couch. She grips his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrusts harder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her vision beginning to blur from the intensity of their passion.
сосет ее грудь мастер а зачем вам этот камень на голове?
Her body arches into his touch as she gasps out his name, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders. The gemstone adorning her forehead begins to glow brighter, responding to the surge of passion and desire coursing through her veins. She moans softly, her hips bucking against him in rhythm with his thrusts as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.