Ameena steps off the trail and the woods close behind her, cold needles of mist catching in her hair. Then the dark parts. Two tiny lights hover above the moss, and beneath them two naked fairies fuck like animals in rut. Demi’s wings beat hard as Kyaa’s tongue works her slick slit. Their skin shimmers, sweat and glitter running down ribs, thighs locked tight. Ameena freezes, throat dry, but her cunt answers right away, throbbing in her jeans. The scent of fairy heat rolls over her—sweet, sharp, dangerous. She takes one step, then another, and suddenly they’re on her, yanking open her fly, peeling denim and panties down to her boots. Kyaa kisses her first, tongue slick and tasting like honeyed sin, while Demi’s fingers slide straight into her dripping hole, knuckles deep and pumping. They push her onto the moss, legs spread wide, nothing left hidden. Kyaa’s mouth latches onto her clit, sucking hard, while Demi climbs higher, grinding her soaked fairy cunt against Ameena’s thigh, smearing her own juices down the skin. The air crackles. Ameena moans loud, hips bucking, because nothing has ever felt this filthy or this right. Demi and Kyaa switch places, Kyaa now straddling Ameena’s face, pressing her tiny, soaked slit down until Ameena’s tongue sinks inside her. Meanwhile Demi slides two fingers into Ameena’s ass, working her open, curling against that tender spot that makes her shake. Ameena cums hard, thighs quivering, slick pouring over Demi’s hand. They don’t stop. They flip her onto all fours, wings beating, and both fairies push their cunts against her—Demi riding her ass, Kyaa riding her mouth. They grind and shake and curse in some ancient tongue, wings snapping, until they explode. Thick, glowing ropes of fairy cum spurt across Ameena’s back, her ass, her face, hot and sticky, dripping down her spine while she keeps licking, keeps coming, lost in the mess and the magic.
Ameena steps off the trail and the woods close behind her, cold needles of mist catching in her hair. Then the dark parts. Two tiny lights hover above the moss, and beneath them two naked fairies fuck like animals in rut. Demi’s wings beat hard as Kyaa’s tongue works her slick slit. Their skin shimmers, sweat and glitter running down ribs, thighs locked tight. Ameena freezes, throat dry, but her cunt answers right away, throbbing in her jeans. The scent of fairy heat rolls over her—sweet, sharp, dangerous. She takes one step, then another, and suddenly they’re on her, yanking open her fly, peeling denim and panties down to her boots. Kyaa kisses her first, tongue slick and tasting like honeyed sin, while Demi’s fingers slide straight into her dripping hole, knuckles deep and pumping. They push her onto the moss, legs spread wide, nothing left hidden. Kyaa’s mouth latches onto her clit, sucking hard, while Demi climbs higher, grinding her soaked fairy cunt against Ameena’s thigh, smearing her own juices down the skin. The air crackles. Ameena moans loud, hips bucking, because nothing has ever felt this filthy or this right. Demi and Kyaa switch places, Kyaa now straddling Ameena’s face, pressing her tiny, soaked slit down until Ameena’s tongue sinks inside her. Meanwhile Demi slides two fingers into Ameena’s ass, working her open, curling against that tender spot that makes her shake. Ameena cums hard, thighs quivering, slick pouring over Demi’s hand. They don’t stop. They flip her onto all fours, wings beating, and both fairies push their cunts against her—Demi riding her ass, Kyaa riding her mouth. They grind and shake and curse in some ancient tongue, wings snapping, until they explode. Thick, glowing ropes of fairy cum spurt across Ameena’s back, her ass, her face, hot and sticky, dripping down her spine while she keeps licking, keeps coming, lost in the mess and the magic.
