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Kafka's hand twisted again, this time more deliberately, the glass rubbing against her entrance in a slow, torturous rhythm.

"Ahhh!♡~ Uhhh!♡~ Annn!♡~"

The pressure sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body clenching involuntarily. She whimpered, her fingers digging into the edge of the counter to steady herself. The teasing was slow, relentless, each subtle movement driving her higher, making her slickness drip down the bottle and onto his hand.

"Ah!♡~...K-Kafka!♡~...You can't!♡~" She breathed, her voice trembling.

He didn't say a word, his calm demeanour unchanged, but his fingers kept moving, exploring her edge with infuriating control. The bottle pushed and pulled ever so slightly, the sensation like a spark igniting a wildfire inside her. Her thighs trembled, her breaths coming in ragged pants.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his grip tightened. And in one smooth, deliberate motion, he began to pull the bottle out.