Fenrir obediently follows her lead as she switches their positions. His eyes don’t leave her own as she pushes him onto his back and straddles him. She brushes her folds against the length of him, eliciting a low growl from the man beneath her. Her core thrums with the anticipation, her clit still swollen from her earlier orgasm. She teases him like he teased her, raking her nails across his chest and roughly pinching his nipples. 