The heat inside me was almost too much to bear.
Elara's length was pressed hard against my inner walls, so deep that I could feel the pressure against my stomach. My vision was swimming, and the tip of my own member—which had nothing left to give—was throbbing painfully.
I felt like I was going to break into a thousand pieces.
I tried to twist my waist to escape the sensation, but Elara's arms only tightened around me. She was holding me so hard I felt like I was being crushed in half, and the strength in her grip only intensified.
To make everything worse, there was a large mirror in front of us, the window glass. It reflected every single detail of what was happening. I could see myself, pale and trembling, pinned against her.
Elara wasn't looking at the mirror; she was only looking at me. Her forearms, wrapped tightly around my thighs, were a mess of tensed muscles and veins. I could see the sweat on her forehead, hair sticking to her skin, and the pure focus in her eyes.
