"W-wait, stop..." she gasped, each grind making her body twitch, her face burn. Her pussy clenched from the friction alone, every slow drag of him against her soaked panties pulling more heat, more shame up her spine.
"Hhh... it's punishment," Cruxius muttered, almost to himself, voice rough like gravel dragged across silk, like he was barely holding together the last rope of his restraint.
Her thighs were like silk—soft but firm around him, gripping his shaft perfectly like her body already knew what her mouth kept refusing. The feel of her, the trembling heat, the little hiccupped breaths she tried to swallow—it was maddening. Fucking perfect.
His cock throbbed hard, dragging back and forth, the broad tip catching against the soaked cloth of her panties, flicking her clit just enough to make her inhale sharp—her nails digging into his shoulders like she didn't know what else to hold onto.
