Ivette shivered again as Leander moved down her body. The sorcerer squeaked slightly as his fingers plunged into her, but she was back to softly moaning after the next breath. With each thrust from him she pulsed and tightened around his shaft too, getting closer and closer to her breaking point and barely being able to hold on. "Lender, please." she started saying, interrupting herself with another soft moan. "I can't hold out much longer, but if you're going to climax change holes." She grew redder and arched further backward as he continued and a soft haze overtook her mind. "I'm not safe right now and..." She said before clamping her mouth shut and bringing her hands behind his head, pressing him into her chest.