Once His Bully. Now His Whore
Even in her dazed state, she found a powerful rhythm, her body remembering what it required.
She was mesmerizing. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the wild spill of her hair around her shoulders, the flush of her cheeks, her breasts swaying with every bold stroke. Baevera was a cross between a Hestian virgin and a pure, untamed temptress.
I leaned back, bracing my palms behind me on the mattress, and surrendered control. Let her take everything she craved, while I endured pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
She dropped again and again, mouth open in open-mouthed moans. Eyes fluttering open, bleary, then drifting shut mid-stroke.
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