081. Seduction (9)

Once again, her vulva is drenched in semen and trembling.

Her buttocks, whiter even than that pale semen.

The erector muscle, deeply indented when I press it, radiates lust.

Even her face, surely thoroughly wrecked by pleasure, has lost none of its beauty.

My eyes,

the eyes right before me,

and the eyes looking at me—I carefully imprint them all.

Then, as she begins to tumble down from that endless high,

I give her a light tug.

“Get up. Don't just lie there.”...