Lumy's body was still trembling from her climax, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Her mind was hazy, floating in the warm aftermath of pleasure. She thought it was over—that she could finally rest, collect herself, and return to the cold, composed woman she always was.
But Andrey wasn't done.
His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers finding her soaked, sensitive folds before she could even catch her breath. He stroked her slowly at first, teasing her clit with featherlight touches that made her hips twitch involuntarily.
"Ahhn—! Andrey… wait…" she gasped, her voice weak and trembling. "I just… I need a moment…"
But Andrey didn't stop. His fingers moved faster, circling her clit with deliberate pressure, sliding through her slick folds before pushing two fingers deep inside her.
"Hyaa—!" Lumy's cry was sharp, her back arching as his fingers curled inside her, stroking her inner walls. "N-No—! I'm still sensitive—!"
