ainst the cold floor,

inside of my cheek to stop myse

ng for the first blow. I forced myself not to fl

He always struck fast, always let th

ppened. No sharp pain, no

d. His hand rested on my lower back, heavy and

wer, who made the rules in this cursed mansion. But now, it felt different. This

low and steady, stroking my skin

ac

and warm, pressing down gently on every curve a

roze, too stunned to react, too confused to speak. His touch carried n

rs glided along the edge of my hips, tracing

rs trailing over my skin like

of me tingled and burned. I hated how much my body begged for him. Every stroke

is way. My chest rose and fell too fast. His knuckles brushed under

hooking under my lace panties

underneath. I stayed still, jaw locked tight, but the heat between my legs gre

quiet, sinful touches that made my body burn hotter. My breath came out

re thighs, fingers gripping my flesh before spreadin

ell me, feel how ready I was for hi

t all I felt was hunger. A wild, raw need that made m

es ached, sensitive as they rubbed against the fabric of

I hea

s chest. My body tensed, soaking i

thigh. I gasped as my wet core pressed against his muscles. I felt every

om my throat, soft a

ing against his thigh, chasing ev

weak, and helpless under him. I could feel how much he wa

ing my wet pussy, brushing over my swolle

ed shamelessly, rubbing myself all over his t

e me. I didn't care if it r

completely fall apart, a sha

Knock

sh