Andrey's gaze locked onto Morgana's flushed, pleasure-wracked face. Her red eyes were hazy, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The sight of her—so vulnerable, so completely lost in ecstasy—sent a surge of heat through him.
"Morgana," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "tell me… how does my cock feel inside you?"
Morgana's response came out as a breathless, trembling moan, her voice laced with raw desire and pleasure. "Anhnn..it's… it's so big… so hard… I can feel every inch of you deep inside me…hnnn..."
Andrey's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good. Now, I'm going to cum. I want you to prepare your womb to receive all of it."
Morgana's breath hitched, her body trembling at his words. She tried to respond, tried to form words, but all that escaped her lips were incoherent moans, her voice breaking into a series of desperate, needy sounds.
"Ahn…! Master…!"
