A game, R-18.

Like a tease he is, Abe didn't stop thrusting his fingers inside Jemina's p---y even as she c--e and shook.

At some point, Jemina kicked Abe's chest lightly as she escaped from his teasing fingers. She had tried all she could, clamping her lap on his arm, holding his hand in place, but she was too weak to really execute it so she optioned for the next best thing she could think of, and that is to escape from Abe's clutches.

Chuckling, Abe rose up from the floor. He stared down at Jemina on the bed like a proud artist staring down a masterpiece he'd just created.

‘He really outdid himself this time.’ he thought with a smirk.

Shaking his head, he took his shorts off, finally freeing his straining c--k which had been begging to be released. He then proceeded to the dressing table where the cookie and Jemina's cup of smoothie was placed.

He helped himself with a cookie, licking Jemina's juice off his finger as he threw the rest of the cookie piece into his mouth.