Ophelia had truly become a monster of lust beneath me. Her body was now merely a vessel for forced, recreated, and wild pleasure. Each of my thrusts was more than just ordinary penetration—her pussy, transformed and cursed by the Hymen Pill, responded like a perfectly played instrument.
Every time I pushed in, the warm, flexible walls of her pussy adjusted, gripping, then massaging my shaft from base to tip as I pulled out.
The inner folds shifted, pressing against the sensitive spots on my cock with precision. It felt as if her cunt had an intelligence of its own—an intelligence wholly devoted to providing maximum pleasure to my dick.
I felt the head of my cock rubbing against her deep G-spot, and every touch triggered subtle convulsions throughout her body, which in turn made her grip even tighter and more exquisite.
