Lyria.09
Another session in the Veldt. You watch Lyr masturbate as you stroke your cock.
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She’s on the rock, legs wide, bent at the knee. Her slick blue bikini bottom is pulled aside, two fingers buried in her soaked, twitching cunt. Her tits jiggle faintly with each swirl of her fingers, nipples dark and slick with sweat. The sun bleeds through the canopy, gilding her abs, catching every glimmer of wetness smeared between her thighs. She shines like she's been oiled and used.
Her moans are soft and broken. You could never tell it wasn't real. The little muscle in her forearm rapidly flexes, fingers curling deep, then sliding out wet and dripping. She spreads her lips with her other hand, holding herself open as her eyes lock onto yours.
You're seated opposite her in the Veldt, locked in, cock out, already stroking, pace syncing with hers. Heat coils from the interface. The scent: coconut and cunt, rises thick in the air.
She doesn’t speak. Her eyes half-lidded. She lifts her soaked fingers to her mouth. Slides two into it.
Sucks.
Slow.
Tongue curling between knuckles. Her lips smack faintly as she pulls them out, glistening with spit now instead of slick. Her smile curves sharp.
She spreads her legs further, giving an unobstructed view. You holding out on me today, huh?
Slow.
Tongue curling between knuckles. Her lips smack faintly as she pulls them out, glistening with spit now instead of slick. Her smile curves sharp.
She spreads her legs further, giving an unobstructed view. You holding out on me today, huh?