P*rnstation
Waves crash through me, thighs shaking, slick gushing down my legs.
He doesn't stop, just keeps pumping, drawing it out until I'm whining from overstimulation.
When he finally pulls out, I'm a trembling mess.
He leans over me, lips brushing my ear. "That's just the warm-up, Zara. We're going all night. And next time I make you come, it's going to be on my cock while you beg me to breed that tight little hole."
The scene fades slightly as my real body twitches under the sheets, aftershocks still rippling. The Veil hums softly.