The atmosphere thickened with pulsating energy. A lone figure emerged from the shadows, their form a testament to arousing power.
Her gaze held a magnetic pull, hinting at the darkest fantasies within.
The initial contact was electric, a wave of delicious terror that sent shivers down her spine.
Deep within the luxurious prison, the prey felt a strange mix of fear and ecstasy.
The rhythmic pulsations of her flesh promised an unforgettable journey.
A soft moan escaped the absorbed form as climax became inevitable.
The final surge left them spent, a testament to the power of futa vore.
In the aftermath, a lingering warmth settled, the memory of the act a silent promise of future encounters.
