The shameless hands all over her body as they squeezed and scraped and consumed were wonderful, and the voice even more so. Some men insisted on stoic silence, but Valkyrie couldn't imagine anything more boring than fucking a man who thought the occasional dispassionate grunt was the peak of sensuality. She turned the favor in kind, doubling and tripling the rough treatment as she was swept away with her fervor, chasing that final release.

Then, Valkyrie's palms were hitting the bed and tearing up cloth as the exquisite burn in her lower stomach shot like lightning throughout the rest of her, her own voice reaching a gasping crescendo as she drove down and tightened every muscle around the body beneath her.