Zethriel stroked her hair for a few minutes, then carried them to the bath. Squirming as her insides twisted themselves even tighter, she moaned again. xnx He would not take it for granted, he thought vehemently. Gently caressing her sides, Zethriel slid his hands down into Keria’s pants to rest on her hips. The door opened and two identical crimson-haired women walked into the room, wearing nothing but polished black leather boots up to their knees and polished black leather gloves up to their shoulders. A stirring of air moved the curtains; Keria was back. She closed her eyes and listened to the footsteps. That in turn caused him to moan loudly into her cunt, making her squirm on top of him. A part of him. Zethriel held her tight with one hand on her neck and an arm around the small of her back, playing
