Phei let the massive black dildo hover one final, torturous second longer—its blunt, flared head kissing the air just above Amber's fluttering virgin entrance—then set it aside with deliberate slowness.
His heart hammered so violently he thought it might crack his ribs.
He had dreamed this moment in fragments—never whole, never real—until now.
The realization hit harder than any thrust ever could: he was the first man to make the Castellano Princess beg.
And gods, the sight of her—bound, gagged, blindfolded, ass presented like an offering—made something possessive roar awake inside his chest.
The wet thunk against the glass made her gagged whimper spike into a muffled, desperate "Mmmph—nngh—!"
Her hips shot upward again, ass cheeks rippling and clapping softly as she chased the phantom stretch, slick jetting in a short, messy arc that splattered her own trembling thighs and dripped back down her crack in thick, glossy strands.
