Lost In The Soft Slide Of Her Dress, She Lets Her Fingers Wander Beneath The Sheer Nylon, Aching For Release.

Khaal nods slowly, a grin dancing on his lips. Porn Khaal lowers himself to his knees, his face in front of her chest. “I love you, Khaal.” She muttered into his ear softly, grinning. He turns and spots his mate and her fingers. Khaal slaps his hand against her backside once more as he plants his feet to the ground, pounding himself faster yet, making sure that the underside of his length hits that right spot he is so familiar with. The lion chuckles quietly and observes, keeping his hand still for her. His sack contracts to his body and the amounts of pleasure overwhelm him. The member wedged between her rump begins to swell once more, pulsing to life. Khaal walks through the falling water and soaks himself as well, reaching the other wall and taking a small bar of soap in his hand.