The chambers were thick with the scent of wine, sweat, and the growing heat of two bodies giving in to long-denied desires.
Matilda remained bent over the edge of the high bed, her voluptuous body trembling from the relentless edging Jake had subjected her to. Her full, heavy breasts pressed against the silk sheets, her nipples hard and sensitive from the earlier teasing.
Her ass still glowed a warm, rosy pink from the spanking, the skin sensitive and warm under his lingering touch.
Between her thighs, she was soaked—her pussy glistening, her inner thighs slick with arousal that had been building for what felt like an eternity. Her breathing was ragged, her moans soft and broken, her mind already hazy from the way he had kept her on the edge without letting her fall.
Jake stood behind her, his own body hard and ready, his cock thick and heavy with need.
He had stripped her completely now, the emerald gown and lace undergarments discarded on the floor.
