Avin continues to her

Lux’s world has shrunk to one of bizarrely mismatched pleasure and suffering. From behind, Radan is skilfully taking her to heaven while Avin puts her mouth and throat through hell. All she can do is focus on trying to breathe, on surviving this ordeal.

Abruptly, a hard tug on her hair pulls her head up and off Avin’s hard cock. The blessed relief of it being out of her mouth is short-lived before another resounding slap lands across her cheek; too breathless to scream, she can make only a soft, pained gasp. Seeing double through a haze of tears, she can barely recognise what is happening as Avin takes up and unloads over her face, one stinging rope of cum splashing into her eye. She dimly feels more splatter onto her heaving tits before the hold on her hair is released, and she topples forwards.

Before she can hit the ground, she feels Radan shift his grip to catch her, thrown off the rhythm of his thrusts. “Fuck, man – ” he grumbles. “At least warn me if…”

Lux hears the clink of a belt buckle as Avin re-dresses himself. “Gonna check on the old woman,” he says, his footsteps moving away.

In a momentary reprieve of her ordeal, Lux moans and pants for breath. Even after the physical **** she’s just been put through, her body is still burning with pleasure. Maybe, she thinks, all of this is what she deserves. She’s used her body as a distraction and temptation plenty of times, showing herself off, dressing to impress – was this, all along, what she expected, what she wanted? How else can she explain getting off on it?