Sher's neatly combed hair, once tied up in a professional bun, had come completely undone as she felt every vein and ridge of Cassian's thick shaft rubbing against her tight, squeezing folds—clenching around him so intensely it was almost like her vagina had a mind of its own, gripping and pulling at him like suctioning tentacles.
Sher kept moaning, her voice breaking into desperate pleas between gasps. "Sl-slower… not so fast—ahhh, nghhh—it's… ahhh… I-I can't… I'm cumming…!" she cried out, her body trembling as Cassian continued pounding into her with relentless speed. Her arms, pinned in his grip, squirmed like she was trying to break free and push him away—but deep down, she didn't want him to stop. Not really. The way his thick length was stretching her, filling her completely, made it feel like he was sliding straight into her brain, her connection to every twitch of her folds heightened to its absolute limit.
