She whimpered loudly, a sharp, surprised gasp escaping her lips. The sudden chill caused the exposed nipple to tighten even more painfully, the rough friction from the displaced lace bra driving her completely crazy.
Her head rolled back on her neck, her mouth falling open as she panted out foggy, erratic breaths. But he didn't give her a single moment to recover.
Cruxius yanked her forcefully back against him.
Their bodies slammed together with a heavy thud. Her bare, flushed tits squashed completely flat against his clothed chest. Her stiff, incredibly sensitive nipples dragged roughly across the heavy fabric of his dress shirt, sending actual bolts of lightning straight down to her clit.
He reached one large hand down, gripping her soft hip tightly to hold her in place. With his other hand, he deliberately pressed his thick thumb right between her plush ass cheeks—pressing firmly against her completely untouched, hidden back hole. He pressed it exactly like a button.
