Her body — covered in ink, the notation wrapping around her skin. Her face — the formula written across her cheek, her jaw, her temple. Her pussy — stretched around my cock, the lips pulled taut, the clit swollen and bare.
"Read it," I said. "Read the formula on your face."
She looked in the mirror. Her eyes — glazed, unfocused — found the notation on her own skin. She read it. Haltingly. Between moans.
"The — HAAANGH~!! — resonance frequency — OUNGH~!! — is determined by — AH~!! — the soul's — HIEEENGH~!! — original magical — HAAANGH~!! — signature — OUNGH~!!"
I fucked her through the recitation. Each thrust punctuated her words. Each impact drove the formula deeper into her body and her mind simultaneously.
