Two Hundred and Twenty-Five.

Chelsey blushed, she could feel Lyon’s boner poking at her and that was enough to make her yearn too as she smiled into the kiss, her tongue thrusting into Lyon’s mouth.

Both their tongues entwined as Chelsey moaned and soon, she moved her hand from the back of his neck where she’d placed it before and slid down.

She fumbled with the belt a little bit but it soon went falling to the ground and with one hand she pushed his boxer shorts down too, releasing his eager cock.

Lyon groaned when Chelsey’s palm covered his dick as she stroked it, his cock hardened even more and he wanted to fuck her more than anything else right now.

“I’m glad I got us out of the clubhouse.” Lyon said proudly as Chelsey only smiled before pulling away from him.

She went on her knees and looked up at him seductively, her pussy was wet too and they throbbed as she anticipated him fucking her really hard.

They barely had enough private time ever since the fight with the Dark Lord and right now she wanted to make