*****
"'That's it, hubby, more, give me more, mmghy~đź’•'"
This was it—this situation, this moment.
All of this was what she wanted; it was what she'd worked so hard for and done everything in her power to be able to come back to.
This feeling of euphoria and fulfillment was simply what she longed for.
It wasn't exactly how she'd wanted it to happen, but at this point she had no complaints—or rather, she'd never had the chance to voice any.
"Mngh! Don't stop!~❤️, harder!💕"
Even now, she could barely hold onto a shred of reason, and even that was only being used to express her desire for more.
Plack!, squelch!, plpsshhh!
She was being pounded from behind by Astan while he held her arms firmly in place.
Azalea was at Astan's mercy, and at no point could she regain enough composure to switch roles.
She simply couldn't help but enjoy the intoxicating pleasure.
There was no reason in her mind to stop him; her pride and other concerns took a back seat.
