"Aghhmm..."
Nathan bit his lower lip again.
Hard.
So hard the tension traveled down—like the nerve from his teeth was wired straight to the tip of his cock.
Velmora was still coiling.
But now... it was slippery.
Not just wet—slippery like a soap-soaked snake tossed into a high-speed spin cycle.
"Aghh... ahh... V-Vel…"
She rose.
Dropped.
Rose again.
Twisted.
Then descended slowly— spiraling down with pressure from base to tip, like a screw built to dismantle human logic.
Her nipples poked through the now-foamy white crop top, firm and trembling.
Nathan could feel the faint friction of fabric—her soaked crop top dragging against his abs. Each rise smudged bubbles across his skin, making a sound like wet silk being rubbed between thighs. Her nipples grazed him just enough to make his lower back twitch with a warning he wasn't ready to obey.
Nathan couldn't escape.
Couldn't think.
Could only shut his eyes… and bite deeper.
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