Neither of them would last much longer. Sparr greedily drove Waii onto his c**k ever faster, slapping their bodies together. The hunter panted and trembled, her breath as ragged as his. Their perspiration mingled.
"Fuuuck," Sparr groaned. He was drawing near the abyss. "You want my seed?"
"Yes, yes, f**k! Shoot it in me."
"Unnh," he gasped. "c*m on it. Clench your p***y when I burst."
Sparr savored one last look at Mille. She was as close to the brink as he was, her body taut, breasts quivering, mouth open in ecstasy. She was like a puppet in his hands, letting him use her, but also drawing her pleasure from his flesh. Sparr tried to hold on, to stretch the moment out. For several delicious seconds he perched on the edge. At last, he tumbled.
"Nnnn, ahhh," Sparr gasped as raw pleasure
