"~ha~"
"~ha~"
Grip~
"mm~"
"A~Aether, w-what is this?" Delphine panted heavily, her voice trembling as her face burned with both shame and a fiery, uncontrollable lust.
Her body, wrapped in ropes with meticulous precision, hung in the air, every knot hugging her curves intimately. Her wrists were bound above her head, her legs bent and secured, leaving her entirely exposed. The ropes teased her, constricting her soft flesh, emphasizing the fullness of her breasts and the curve of her ass, every inch of her feeling ignited by the tension.
The rope running between her pussy and ass crack pressed deep, rubbing against her swollen folds and puckered entrance, sending waves of unbearable need coursing through her.
Her skin tingled, sensitive to every fibre pressing into her.
Her hazy, half-lidded eyes fixated on Aether, who sat with a relaxed yet predatory demeanour, his intense gaze devouring her like a work of art—his perfect creation.
