Seleyena's entire body jolted as if violently struck by lightning. She managed to rise onto her knees with incredibly shaky legs, her joints wobbling dangerously. Her ruined silk panties were so heavily soaked they clung stubbornly to her puffy, slick lips, perfectly outlining every single swollen curve of her aching, dripping slit.
Her exposed clit pulsed rapidly, completely starved for touch, and her heavy nipples strained agonizingly against the air, hard as little bullets.
Kneeling shakily above him on the floor, her ragged breaths came short and fast. Her bare chest was heaving, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly with each desperate gasp for air.
The sheer, imposing sight of him—spread out completely vulnerable yet utterly dominant, his massive cock barely restrained by his clothing, his dark eyes glinting with cruel, endless patience—lit something incredibly dark and primal deep inside her drug-addled mind.
