The air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation. Lyra, petite and trembling, knelt on the plush rug, her enormous breasts heavy against her thighs, the curve of her ample ass a perfect offering to the figure standing behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know the sheer, awe-inspiring scale of the woman who dominated the space.
Elara’s shadow alone enveloped Lyra completely. She was a goddess carved from marble and sinew, towering and powerful. Her own magnificent breasts, heavy and round, were nothing compared to the thick, formidable cock that curved up from between her legs, already glistening with a pearl of precum at its leaking tip. It was a weapon of pure pleasure, and Lyra ached for its devastating touch.
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