Every minute was a test of his patience; from how defenseless he got, he had no choice but to yield as she continued to lead him on and on.
"Tell me, Your Highness," she purred. "Do you want me to punish you more?"
Before his mind could wander deep, Mystique went so aggressively at him: rubbing the lips of her fleshy cavern against his throbbing size while slamming her fair palms against his beaten chest.
"Ah! Just like that—!"
Withal, her hips moved like wonders that he couldn't help but be in sync with her but at the same time, he hissed at the sudden sting from his leg, which got pinched so hard.
"Who told you—to move—Hmm—Ah… Keep your hips—in place, pervert."
"Unhand me! Ngh, Unhand—" he retorted, but the sensations got the best of him and threw his head back and fell deep and numb in her prowess.
