She bit her lip, her body trembling as I teased her, but she managed a nod. "F-fine... but don't forget your promise."
Her voice was a mix of defiance and need, her thick thighs squeezing together around my hand.
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as she moaned into it.
My fingers rubbed her pussy harder over the fabric, circling her clit through the wet silk, making her hips buck against my hand.
She whimpered, her massive tits heaving against my chest, her body arching as I brought her right to the edge—her juices soaking my fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
Finally, I broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva connecting our lips. She panted, eyes glazed with lust, her robe disheveled and clinging to her curves.
"Now," I said, holding up a small, pink object that gleamed faintly in the chamber's light, materialized at will in this pleasure chamber, "can you take this?"
