"W-wait, stop..." she gasped, each grind making her body twitch, her face burn. Her pussy clenched from the friction, each movement drawing more heat, more shame.
"Hhh... it's punishment," Cruxius muttered, almost to himself, voice rough, like he was trying to stay in control.
Her thighs were like silk, soft but firm around him, holding his shaft perfectly. The feel of her, the heat, the little trembles... it was maddening. Fucking perfect.
His cock throbbed hard, dragging back and forth, the tip catching against the soaked cloth of her panties, flicking her clit just enough to make her inhale sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders like she didn't know what else to hold onto.
"S-stop…" Thalia whimpered again, but her hips moved, a small jerk—instinctive. Her thighs squeezed tighter like they were trying to hold him in place.
