To me, Ophelia was closer to a sexual doll than anything else, a vibrator with a series of additional, high-tech functions, if I can call it that. Atleast, he sensation she gives me is certainly better than those things could provide.
She is still lying down, with her butt raised and obviously without any resistance in the body, which is the perfect opportunity for me to take advantage. I position myself right behind her, first opening her pussy with both thumbs and watching the fluids drip in that sticky mound.
The way the Dwarf must have grown stupid from taking so many unilateral attacks, it would be easy to understand that tomorrow she again wouldn't have a very conscious day, so why not keep her trapped in bed with hip pain? My friend is aimed at that wet entrance, pushing slowly inside, taking advantage of her being on all fours.
