Celine took a long, deep breath, struggling with all her might to stabilize her body as it continued to tense violently.
"Kevin, please, don't look this way," Celine whispered. Her voice was broken and hoarse, her throat still tight from the remnants of her sobbing. She could not bear the thought of the man who loved and always protected her having to witness the destruction of her dignity.
"No, Celine! Don't do it! I beg you, don't!" Kevin screamed in frustration. He shook his head repeatedly, tears of rage and helplessness flooding his face.
With fingers trembling so violently they were nearly useless, Celine was forced to reach for the zipper of Leo's pants, which already showed a clear bulge beneath the fabric.
"You see, Celine? He's been hard for a while, waiting impatiently for you," Leo said in a low, cunning tone.
Leo looked down, staring triumphantly at the center of his body, now positioned directly in front of Celine's face.
