Rex let out a dark, triumphant laugh as he forced Elizabeth's arms back up, her fingers trembling as they interlocked behind her head once more. "There we go..."
"A good fucking obedient professor, tutor—eh, fuck that," he growled, his voice dripping with mocking praise. "You're my women now... in this lion's den!"
His fingers didn't slow down. If anything, they became more violent, plunging into her soaking wet folds with a brutal, relentless rhythm that made Elizabeth's entire body shudder.
SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!
"Urk...!"
Each thrust shook her, his large fingers stretching her tight, virgin walls far beyond what she had ever imagined possible. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, her eyelashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she fought to maintain her composure.
'Focus,' she told herself, her academic mind clawing for control even as her body betrayed her. 'This is just... physiological stimuli. A biological response to rhythmic friction. Nothing more.'
