Titania's body quivered faintly the moment our eyes locked. A delicate shiver ran down her spine as her breath hitched, her body involuntarily reacting to the unfiltered lust in my gaze. With one of her legs lifted and restrained by the bindings, she was in no position to close her thighs or conceal the slick, growing dampness clinging to her crotch. Her folds, glistening and swollen, were fully exposed—vulnerable in a way that made her look utterly defenseless, yet undeniably aroused.
She swallowed hard, her throat moving visibly, betraying her anticipation.
Even after cumming several times, my cock remained painfully hard—veins bulging, tip glistening with a mixture of precum and residual heat. It twitched with need, stiff and unyielding. The sheer vigor of my erection was impressive even to myself. My recovery rate when it came to sex was clearly exceptional—maybe even unnatural.
