Brynjar gripped the headboard with one hand, sweating and breathing hard while his other arm was preoccupied with holding Eira’s right leg. He lifted his head up, groaning and moaning with his wife like a sweet melody within their room. Eira was trying to keep up with her husband. She had climaxed six times, ready to have the seventh one. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to focus on the ball that slowly grew inside of her. Her nails dug into her husband’s back, forcing a deep, lustful groan from his lips.
“My king, please…. I beg you… Please c****x…” Eira moaned to Brynjar.
Brynjar glanced down into his wife’s eyes and he smiled at her. He moved his head to her neck and his hand released the headboard, moving next to her head. His moans became more frequent and
