Artemisia

My look is still directed into the void as I replay Hendrick thrusting into my pussy from behind as I was on all four, hovering over Fynn who was massaging my clit with a smug grin.

I could close my eyes and feel his fingers still sinking into my hips as he pulled my ass up to position my pussy perfectly for him.

Maybe it was because he had taken my blood before, so my senses were a little bit inebriated, but the orgasm was more than stratospheric.

And I don’t know if I should ...