The Fast-Travel Ring

Camellia's insides wrapped around my cock, their texture different from the witch's.

Her unresisting body moved with Elena's touch, sliding from the tip of my cock inward and flooding me with pleasure.

Camellia's body stiffened for a moment.

Fluid streamed down between her legs.

"Ah..."

A short gasp escaped her silent lips.

The inside that had passively accepted my cock suddenly squeezed it tight.

She accepted the pleasure in silence, without struggling.

Clear fluid ran down and soaked the floor. Camellia was even pissing herself, a sour smell lingering beneath my nose.

I was at my limit, too...