Athan savored and rammed her from behind, holding her hips without any restraint.
"More! Give me more!" Mystique hollered with her sultry voice and invigorated them to do as she pleased.
'She's… Even sexier and nastier than she ever was, back then… Her dominance now oozing, almost suffocating me…' He had yet to notice himself drooling as he bit his lip from the stark, glimmering silhouette that flashed before him. 'I don't mind this…'
This was the Mystique he deeply admired, the strong, valiant, cunning, and would rule over him, anytime and anywhere.
"Work on it, you two, alright?" she giggled. "Who does it better shall be rewarded handsomely."
'Here we go… again…'
Meanwhile, Keith was unable to keep track of the time as he was arching his neck, gasping for air—humid, stuffy, and warm—in dire need for how long he had been keeping up this whole situation with her.
