Page 65 of Plaything of the Dark Elf

I reach out to a mirror on the nightstand and push it in front of her. “Look at yourself.”

She peeks but turns her face. “No. I can’t. P-Please.”

“Look. Look at what I do to you.” When she glances at herself in ecstasy, I grin. “Look at how much you love it.”

She bites her lip as she stares at herself in the mirror, moaning to each thrust of my cock. “You’re so mean.”

I chuckle. “You love it.”

She nods.

My erection swells as I pass the point of no return. I manage a few more thrusts, each going as deep as I can go before my lasts digs her into the sheets, and I erupt inside her.

“Ahhh! Etheron!” Her chest heaves for each breath.

I slump against her, drained of all energy as the warm satisfaction of climaxing washes over me. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the back of her neck. “I love you, Dalia.”

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