Chapter 5573 Song Of The Gypsy Woman:>Ep6

Every movement grew fiercer, urgent. Mirela gasped his name, her voice more like a chant now, a spell woven from raw desire and dark power. Her nails raked across his back, she arched, hair tumbling, breasts rising, her skin slick with oil and sweat. Her body then clenched and trembled around him, pulsing like the heartbeat of some ancient magic.
The rhythm increased, almost like some demonic drumbeat. Faster and faster. Ash had no control now, he was a puppet being used. A sacrifice.
Her hair spilled over her shoulders and matted against her slick, sweat-glazed skin. Her breasts rose and fell with each staggered breath, glowing faintly in the amber light as if lit from within. Her breathing was faster now, almost animal-like as she rode him.