buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz~
Freya bit her lip harder, the sharp sting grounding her as Kael's fingers worked their relentless magic.
His rhythm was maddening—one hand deep inside her, curling and stroking her walls, teasing her G-spot with a slow, twisting motion that made her core tighten, while his thumb grazed her clit, light but deliberate, keeping her teetering on the edge.
Just when she felt the climax building, a wave ready to crash, he'd slip out, rubbing her outer folds instead, his fingers slick with her arousal, denying her release.
Her body trembled, thighs slick, the nipple clamps' faint weight tugging with every shudder, but she clung to her focus, the ribs' soft bubbling her lifeline.
Don't break, Freya. You're stronger than this.
But...
Just...
Once...
I wanna cum...
Kael stood, his presence shifting closer, one hand still teasing her pussy—slow, circular strokes along her folds, keeping her wet, aching.
