Powerless Boy is reborn as Lustful Elf
Chapter 98: Sylra rides to orgasm *

Chapter 98: Sylra rides to orgasm *

"You’re... mmm... not innocent either," she moaned, voice thick with want, her cave pressing against his fingers, her golden hair wild in the lamp’s light, body trembling as he teased her, the bed’s creak matching their rhythm.

Alex pulled back, grin wicked, an idea sparking. "Wanna make this even better?" he asked, voice husky, hands pausing, checking her vibe, the lamp’s glow catching her flushed face, her golden hair framing her like a halo.

Sylra’s smile was shy but eager, her hand still on his rod, a nod quick and certain. "Yeah," she whispered, voice trembling, "show me."

Her fingers slowed, anticipation in her posture, the room’s intimacy locking them in, their breaths a shared pulse.

Alex slid off the bed, tugging her pants down gently, her cave exposed, glistening, her moan soft as the cool air hit her.

He knelt between her legs, lips brushing her inner thigh, teasing, her gasp sharp, hands gripping the sheets, golden hair fanning out.

"Relax," he murmured, voice smooth, kissing closer to her cave, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, her moan loud, hips bucking slightly, the cedar scent fading under her heat.

"Oh, Alex," Sylra moaned, voice raw, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, her cave pulsing under his tongue, his licks slow, deliberate, finding her rhythm, her moans a steady stream, high, needy, filling the room.

He worked her, tongue circling, lips sucking gently, her gasps guiding him, her body trembling, the bed creaking as she arched, the lamp’s light casting her flushed face in soft glow, her climax building, her moans peaking.

"Fuck, I’m..." Sylra gasped, her voice breaking, her cave clenching, her body shuddering as she came, her moan long, raw, her hands tight in his hair, her golden hair wild across the pillow, the room’s warmth wrapping her release, Alex easing her through it, his tongue slowing, her breaths heavy, satisfied.

She sat up, eyes dazed but hungry, a shy grin spreading. "My turn," she said, voice soft but bold, pushing him back, her hands quick on his pants, freeing his rod, hard and ready, her moan soft as she took him in, her lips brushing the tip, teasing, his groan low, hands gripping the bed, the cedar air thick with their heat.

"Shit, Sylra," Alex moaned, voice rough, her lips closing around his rod, warm, wet, her tongue swirling, slow at first, testing, his hips twitching, her moan vibrating against him, the sensation intense, the lamp’s glow catching her golden hair as she moved, her rhythm building, confident now, her hands stroking what her mouth didn’t reach.

Her tongue worked him, lips sliding, her moans soft, needy, blending with his—deep, ragged, filling the room. "You’re... fuck," he groaned, voice strained, her pace quickening, her cave still glistening as she leaned in, her dedication pushing him closer, the bed creaking under his grip, the orbs’ faint hum a distant pulse, the room a cocoon of their pleasure.

Sylra’s hands tightened, stroking faster, her lips sucking harder, her moan a low hum, her golden hair brushing his thighs, the heat overwhelming, his climax surging.

"Sylra, I’m..." Alex groaned, his voice breaking, his rod pulsing, his release hitting hard, his moan raw, echoing, her lips easing him through it, her tongue gentle, her moan soft, satisfied, the lamp’s light casting their flushed faces in warm light, the cedar scent grounding their shared high.

They collapsed back, breaths heavy, Sylra’s golden hair fanning out, her smile shy but smug, the bed soft beneath them, the room’s warmth holding their secret. "That was... wow," she whispered, voice hoarse, her hand brushing his.

Sylra sprawled beside Alex on the bed, her golden hair fanning across the pillow, her flushed cheeks glowing in the crystal lamp’s soft light, her breaths slowing after their intense oral exchange in his room at the Elaris hold

The cedar scent lingered, mixing with her earthy warmth, the plush bed cradling their bodies, the shelves of glowing orbs humming faintly in the evening’s quiet.

Alex’s eyes glinted, a satisfied grin spreading as he propped himself on an elbow, her soft curves a tempting silhouette, the room’s intimacy a cocoon for their shared heat.

Sylra turned to him, her smile shy but bold, her golden hair catching the lamp’s glow.

"God, I really needed that stress relief," she said, her voice hoarse, a soft laugh escaping, her hand brushing his arm, her touch lingering, electric.

"But, um..." She bit her lip, her voice dropping, needy. "I need more."

Before he could respond, she climbed onto him, straddling his hips, her cave brushing his rod, already hardening again, her moan soft, her golden hair falling like a curtain as she leaned down, kissing him hard, her tongue eager, the bed creaking under her weight.

"Fuck, Sylra," Alex moaned, his voice low, teasing, hands gripping her hips, guiding her as she rocked against him, her cave slick, inviting, her moans louder, needy, filling the room.

"Go for it," he said, his grin wicked, his rod sliding into her, her gasp sharp, her body trembling as she took him in, the heat overwhelming, the cedar air thick with their rhythm.

Sylra rode him, her hips rolling, her moans echoing in the quiet hold.

"Mmm, Alex," she gasped, her voice raw, her hands braced on his chest, her golden hair bouncing, her cave clenching around his rod, the bed creaking wildly, the lamp’s light casting her flushed face in soft glow, her climax building fast.

He thrust up, matching her pace, his groans deep, his hands squeezing her hips, her moans peaking, her body shuddering as she came, her cave pulsing, her moan long, raw, her golden hair wild, collapsing forward, her breaths heavy, satisfied.

Alex chuckled, his voice thick with desire, his hands sliding to her waist. "You’ve had your fun," he said, his tone playful but commanding, pushing her gently off, her body pliant, her moan soft as she landed on her back, her golden hair fanning out, the bed soft beneath her.

"Now it’s my turn," he said, his grin wicked, raising her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, her cave exposed, glistening, her gasp sharp as he positioned himself, the lamp’s light catching the sweat on her skin, the room’s warmth wrapping their next move.

"Ready?" Alex asked, his voice husky, checking her, his rod brushing her cave, her nod quick, her moan needy, her hands gripping the sheets, the cedar scent fading under their heat.

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