Fay's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for Riley to come to her room. He expected this to be just another massage session but Fay of course has another thing in mind.
The air in the room grew thick with tension, every breath she took feeling heavier than the last. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she clenched them into fists, determined to see this through.
She had spent too many nights tossing and turning, her mind consumed by the memory of his touch, the heat of his lips against her pussy.
The way he had claimed her, the way he had made her feel things she had never imagined possible—it had awakened something deep within her, something she could no longer ignore.
She had always been a girl of delicate constitution, her life defined by the fragility of her health.
Her days were spent in quiet solitude, either confined to her chambers or practicing her cultivation in the secluded courtyard. Men were a distant concept to her, their presence fleeting and unimportant.
