"AAAAHHHHHHHH…! LYANNNNN…! TOO MUCH…! TOO FULL…! AHHHHH!"
Xena's wild, desperate scream filled the room, her body trembling violently, her emerald eyes rolling back, vision swallowed by a white-hot storm. Her entire body quaked, her thighs clamping tight around Lyan, her nails raking across his back, leaving faint, reddened trails. Her lips hung open, breathless, shuddering gasps spilling forth—each exhale a whimper, each inhale a desperate plea.
But Lyan didn't stop.
His thick, still-pulsing length withdrew, leaving her trembling, a slick, molten warmth trickling down her inner thighs. And then, without a pause, he surged forward again—this time into Ravia. His thick, scalding heat buried deep within her, flooding her slick, convulsing walls. The heat was overwhelming, a searing wave of molten ecstasy that crashed through her senses.
"LYANNN…! AHHHHHH… YES… YES… YES…! AHHHHH…!"
