Yes, unknown to her, she had grown accustomed to the feel of his presence within her, the way her body eagerly welcomed him, almost as if it craved the sensation. It was as though her very core had been conditioned to accept him, to yearn for the fulfillment only he could provide.
Perhaps, in some strange way, his essence had become a tonic for her, something her body now thirsted for. It wasn't just her—her entire being, her very soul, seemed to respond to him.
But more than anything, her pussy liked it, responding to his touch with a need that was almost desperate.
As she took him in completely, down to his very roots, Seraphina gasped, her breath catching in her throat as a sharp groan escaped her lips.
The sensation of him filling her was intense, almost overwhelming, and her mind began to wander, lost in a haze of pleasure.
