Elsa's eyes widened, tears of frustration spilling down her cheeks. Yet the forceful, domineering nature of John's actions ignited an even stronger response in her body than when she had controlled him earlier.
It felt entirely different now—unpredictable, thrilling.
She realized that, yes, when she had controlled John, it was like she had been making love to herself. This new sensation was nothing like that.
Elsa was filled with desire, her body responding intensely, though she couldn't move. She closed her eyes slightly, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
But then, she snapped back to reality.
She was under John's control, and she needed to find a way to escape his grip.
"Ah… it hurts," she whimpered as John lifted her hips and adjusted her position, thrusting deeper into her.
The sensation was overwhelming, almost breaking down her defenses.
