Andrey kept Morgana pressed against him from behind, forcing her to face the large mirror. Her reflection was incredibly lewd, crimson skin flushed deep red, eyes glassy with unwanted pleasure, lips parted as she panted heavily. The elegant Violet Dusk dress was pulled down, exposing her large breasts, while the high slits revealed her soaked thighs. The violet-pink tattoo on her lower abdomen glowed brighter with every wave of arousal, pulsing like a living mark of submission.
Morgana stared at herself in horror and shame.
'This… this isn't me… This lewd, desperate face… it can't be me… Anh…!'
Andrey's hand moved between her legs again. He pushed two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, curling them firmly against her sensitive inner walls while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles.
"Ahhnng!!" Morgana moaned sharply, her body jolting. "Not… there— haa…!!"
