Helena's breath hitched, her face still nestled in the cradle, staring at the tiled floor through blurred vision. Her body trembled, her pussy aching with a need she couldn't suppress, her clit throbbing despite the climax that had wrecked her. Silence stretched, heavy and charged, as she struggled to regain herself, her mind a battlefield of shame and desire. She should say no, should stop this madness, reclaim her dignity but her body screamed for more, addicted to the pleasure his hands and mouth had already delivered.
As she felt him shift, his hands lifting from her thighs as if to step away, panic flared. Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, her fingers trembling but firm, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I… I want the happy hour special. Please. Don't stop."
