The seed spurting inside of Ivy was like a small explosion, and she cried out in pleasure, leaning into the squeezing as she shuddered and let out a loud moan. When she spoke, her words were almost breathless. "D-damn...your...seed is l-like an aphrodisiac, Mistress...feels so...good."<br/><br/>But in spite of that, she started to move even more quickly atop the drow, wanting<em>more</em>inside of her. She couldn't<em>help</em>but crave it.