His cock was still hard and glistening as he moved across the bed toward Agnia. She remained on her knees, upper body collapsed into the cushions, her ass lifted high while her thighs trembled beneath her. Her skin was damp with sweat, her inner thighs soaked, and her pussy still fluttered from everything he had already done to her.
Agnia glanced back over her shoulder, a small, dangerous smirk curving her lips.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she purred, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, teasing him even when her body was already shaking.
Max's voice came low and even.
"You're not afraid yet," he said. "But you will be."
He placed one hand on her lower back, steadying her in place, while the other wrapped around his cock. The thick head dragged slowly between her ass cheeks, slick and hot against her skin, and Agnia's breath caught the moment she felt him settle against her tighter entrance.
Her body tensed sharply, though she did not move away.
