He pulled back just enough to let the cool air hit her wetness, leaving her hovering in a state of exquisite, torturous frustration. He wanted a performance.
He wanted her to use her body, her mouth, or her very soul to prove that Alexander was nothing more than a piece of furniture in her new life of sin. He waited, his massive cock twitching against her entrance, watching her with predatory eyes, waiting to see what kind of beautiful, depraved display his prize would offer to earn her release.
Elizabeth stared back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide, swimming with a mixture of desperate lust and a dark, shimmering madness. Her breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, her chest heaving as she looked from Rex's predatory gaze to the peaceful, unsuspecting face of Alexander just inches below her.
'This is madness,' she thought, her mind racing through the chaotic landscape of her consciousness. 'This is the most unholy, sacrilegious moment of my entire life...'
