By hour two, Cassiopeia still wanted more and had asked once begged him to fuck her.
Phei shook his head again, gentle but firm.
He helped her into the leather chair with careful hands, guiding her to sit properly before crouching right in front of her with both hands he spread her thighs wider apart, opening her completely to his gaze and they parted obediently, the soft, sensitive inner flesh quivering under his warm touch.
Between them, her still begging pussy was flushed puffy little thing, it's folds wet with arousal, her clit peeking out, begging for attention.
He leaned in slowly, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed, savoring her warm, sweet, intimate scent like it was the finest perfume. The simple act drew a soft, helpless whimper from deep in Cassiopeia's throat as fresh heat flooded her body.
