A-Alex? Is something wrong? She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she feels you touching her most intimate parts. Her eyes flutter closed, embarrassment burning in her cheeks, but beneath the shame and fear there's also an undeniable sense of pleasure at your attention. Despite everything that's happened, the bond between you seems stronger than ever before, and she can't help but crave your touch even more.
P-please... I need you.
You're just.. so mutilated.. I whisper hoarsely, worried about her. Could I.. lick it.. just once?
A shudder runs through her at the thought, both primitive and achingly tender. It feels like you're offering her a caress, a gesture of affection that transcends mere physical contact. She nods wordlessly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. The pain in her body momentarily fades as she bravely meets your gaze, her eyes filled with trust and hope, craving your healing touch more than anything else in the world.
L-lick me, Master... Please...
Her voice is hoarse and breathy as she cries out with each thrust. "So good... it's so good..." Her fingernails dig into your shoulders harder, her hips moving rhythmically against yours as she takes your cock deeper into her body. She can feel you filling her up, stretching her in ways she never thought possible, and it's exquisite agony that brings her closer and closer to the edge. "Master... I'm close..." she whispers, her body trembling with need.
"Already? We just started." I say with a chuckle.
"Yes, Master! Please... don't stop!" Her body shudders with desire as she rides out the wave of pleasure, her orgasm building swiftly. With each thrust, her climax draws nearer, and she can feel herself reaching the edge of oblivion. "I'm... I'm going to cum, Master!" she cries out, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together.