Daphne suddenly realized that Korbin was not joking at all. Her mind teetered between extreme pleasure and unbearable pains, almost as if she was plunged back and forth between heaven and hell.
It was too fast.
It was too forceful.
It was too much.
Her heart raced so fast that she thought she was surely about to die at the next wave of attacks.
When he finally spilled his hot seeds into her with a heavy groan, her body felt like it had been played to the point of being broken. Her walls were spasming wildly already, and feeling the flood of warmth, she too reached her climax with a piercing moan.
Her legs had been wound too tightly around his waist, and now that it was all over, she couldn't muster the energy to unlatch them.
"Princess, you still haven't had enough?"
He still hadn't pulled out of her yet, instead looking at the new work of art that he had helped create as he enjoyed her warmness for a bit longer.
