Book Six: Chapter 211

“I may be tired, but I like it rough,” she said. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Mike stared at her body, contemplating the magnificent orbs of her ass. He had seen it so many times through skirts and pants, and now that it was in front of him, all he could do was stare. It had always been a great ass, but now that a nymph’s magic was helping to perfect it? It was truly a masterpiece.

He gave it a playful swat and was delighted to see that this caused ripples both along Beth’s skin and on the outside of her soul. When he swatted it again, she cried out in pleasure.

“Like what you see, Caretaker?” She wiggled her ass for him. The movement itself was borderline hypnotic, and he didn’t bother fighting the stupid grin that appeared.

“I’m about to show you how much I like it.” He straddled her legs, teasing her labia with the head of his cock. She whimpered, her fingers picking at the Christmas tree skirt that was within reach.

When he slid inside, she let out a full