Vale's body was still violently convulsing around my fingers, her scorching velvet walls clamping and milking them in rhythmic, desperate spasms as thick waves of hot girl-cum gushed uncontrollably down my wrist and forearm.
The lewd, wet sounds — schlick-schlick-schlick — echoed obscenely through the narrow, shadowed corridor like the filthiest symphony.
Her glowing crimson eyes had rolled back completely, long black hair plastered messily against her sweat-slicked forehead and flushed cheeks, strands sticking to her parted, drooling lips.
"Fuuuuck… Master…!" she whimpered brokenly, her voice already hoarse and trembling.
Her plump, stocking-clad thighs quivered uncontrollably, knees threatening to buckle as the tiny soaked red thong hung uselessly around one ankle, completely ruined by her own juices.
