John watched Jolyne's face, filled with raw emotion, and felt his own heart race with intensity. Unable to hold back any longer, he straightened up and moved closer, connecting deeply with her.
"Ah…" Jolyne gasped, her hands gripping the fabric of her tight-fitting clothes. Her gaze was unfocused, her voice soft as she murmured, "Godslayer, it hurts... but it feels so good…"
Caught in the moment, she was entranced, drawn by the sensation and determined to match John's energy.
John's rhythm quickened, intensifying the sensations building within him.
Soon, Jolyne felt an overwhelming wave of pleasure well up in her heart.
"Godslayer, I can't hold on… slow down, please…" she trembled, pleading softly as her jade-like feet arched, her lower abdomen rising with each breath, a soft moan escaping her lips as if flowers were blooming within her. The rush of joy seemed to resonate deep within her soul.
