I'll Be Whatever You Want Me To Be

Isabelle's legs gave out, and she slumped down onto the cool, wet tiles, her body too weak to hold her up any longer after the intense fucking.

Her breath came in ragged, shaky pants, her plush thighs trembling as she lay there, spent and vulnerable.

"Haaah!♡~ Haah!♡~ Haaaah!♡~"

After a few seconds, she propped herself up slightly, her blue eyes drifting down to her pussy—red, bruised, and swollen from his relentless pounding, still throbbing like a heartbeat.

She watched, mesmerized, as a thick stream of his cum poured out of her, pooling beneath her in a sticky, glistening mess.

A wry, almost dazed smile tugged at her lips. "Oh my, Young Master~" She murmured, her voice soft and tinged with awe. "So much is coming out of me...I might...I might get pregnant from this."

Cassius knelt beside her, a wave of tender affection washing over him as he reached down to pat her head lovingly, his fingers threading through her damp hair.