Agnia no longer understood what she was doing anymore. The careful plan she had walked in with had completely melted away, replaced by something dark and hungry she had buried deep inside for far too long. The memory of watching Max fuck Rosalia flashed through her mind again, like a curse she couldn't shake off.
Something primal inside her screamed that she had to prove she was better, that she was worth so much more than that ice-dragon slut she hated with every fiber of her being.
Her eyes dropped to Max's hand as he groped his thick cock over his pants, stroking himself slowly, teasing her with every lazy pull. The sight sent fresh heat roaring through her core.
She wanted to crawl to him on all fours, but his dark, unyielding stare told her no. She was forced to stay right where she was, fingers still buried deep in her dripping pussy, enduring the ache while he made her wait.
