Descent of the Sun: Apollo (D) VS Luchadora Sombra

[MR. Q]

With a throaty moan, Apollo arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into Sombra's worshipful hands and mouth. She tangled her fingers in Sombra's dark hair, guiding the brunette's eager attentions to her sensitive nipples.

"Mmm, oh fuck yes, that's exactly what I want," Apollo gasped, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss as Sombra's tongue swirled around her areola before sucking the hardened nub into her mouth.

She could feel every flick of Sombra's tongue, every gentle nip, igniting sparks of electricity that shot straight to her core. Apollo rocked her hips against Sombra's, grinding her thighs together in a desperate bid to ease the building tension.

"S-such a naughty girl, always thinking of ways to strip me bare," Apollo panted, her words punctuated by sharp intakes of breath as Sombra's fingers danced across her sensitized skin. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige when the time comes."