His eyes fluttered shut and Solo groaned as Illya started to move, "God, yes. Illya... so good." Solo wrapped his legs around the Russian's hips. He cried out with each thrust of Illya's big cock.

Illya smiled into her kiss, sharing the taste of her and Solo on his lips. This felt amazing. He watched Solo's expressions as he moved. Then leaned back so that she could reach Solo's cock as he pumped into him.

"Easy..." Illya gasped. "Don't make him come too quick."