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The_Procrastinator · Fantasy
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211 Chs

Chapter 117 Spiral

Unfortunately for April, time was not her ally. Each passing moment brought her closer to a threshold she had no hope of resisting. 

Her body betrayed her, responding to the overwhelming sensations flooding her with an intensity that drowned out all thoughts of escape or denial.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Fuck…"

Moans spilled uncontrollably from her lips, each one more desperate than the last. 

The pleasure coursing through her body was relentless, cascading over her like a tidal wave, leaving no room for resistance. 

Every inch of her felt alive with sensation, her nerves alight as her pussy clung tightly to Ross's cock, stretching and gripping him in a way that made escape impossible.

April's mind screamed at her to fight back, to hold onto her defiance, but her body refused to listen. 

It felt maddeningly good—so good that every attempt to resist dissolved into nothingness.