Aureve could feel her climax coming—too soon, way too soon—and it terrified her. She hadn't climaxed in as long as she could remember. Years? Decades? Her body had been untouched, frozen, forgotten. But now—"Nnhhh~! Ahh—ahhnn! Fuuuhh... nghhh..."—just a minute of Sylvaris teasing her clit, his thumb flicking in tight, relentless circles, and she felt herself about to explode like a dam that had cracked beneath the weight of decades of drought and guilt.
"A-Ah—haaahn~! I-I can't—don't—" she gasped, her voice breaking apart in tremors, her thighs twitching, clit pulsing like it had just remembered what pleasure was—Ffft—ffft—ffft—slrrrp... The obscene sound of his fingers working her soaked folds only made it worse. Or better. She couldn't tell anymore.
Her back arched, breath catching—"Hahh—ahhh—s-stop, it's... it's too much!"—But her pussy clenched like it wanted more. No, needed more.
