Andrey could feel it— the way Morgana's body was tensing, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers. She was right on the edge, desperately trying to hold back.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he continued rubbing her swollen clit with firm, steady strokes.
"You want to cum, don't you?" he whispered. "Stop holding it in. Just be honest… and let it all out."
Morgana shook her head frantically, biting her lip so hard it almost bled. Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure filled her red eyes.
"I… I won't… ahhn!! I refuse—!!"
But her body was no longer listening. The curse, combined with Andrey's relentless teasing, pushed her past her limit.
Her hips bucked violently against his hand. Her back arched sharply off the bed as the orgasm finally crashed over her.
"Ahhhhhh—!! No—!! I'm— I'm cumming—!!"
