The first delicious irregularity slipped into the construct's flawless stillness like a lover's fingers sneaking under the tablecloth directly plunging into her pussy — that perfect, obedient hush a woman only truly endures and clench to not make a noise, the instant the fingers decide to ruin her in the most hard and beautiful way possible.
The pulse owed nothing to her racing heartbeat and nothing to her carefully measured breath. By filthy, merciless logic, it belonged entirely to the thick void-ice cock her Master had shaped, blessed, and buried obscenely deep inside her soaked pussy almost two torturous days earlier.
It was the small, deliberate pulse of Phei's creation in her pussy now, not his fingers, that throbbed deep inside her cunt, pressing against the most intimate, greedy walls with wicked intent.
