Gasp for Me...

The Model’s hand slid between Elara’s thighs again, every stroke maddeningly deliberate. Her fingers moved with expertise—teasing her folds, dipping inside just enough to make her gasp, then dragging back up to circle her aching clit with a feather-light touch. Elara squirmed, her hips betraying her, pushing back greedily for more.

The Model leaned in, her lips brushing Elara’s ear, her voice smooth and laced with mock chastisement.

“Such a naughty little thief… always sneaking, always stealing. And now look at you—caught, stripped, trembling for me.”

Her thumb pressed firmly against Elara’s clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles until Elara cried out.

“Do you admit you’ve been a very bad girl?”

Elara’s head dropped forward, hair falling over her face as her moans broke free. She clutched the table edge, her voice ragged and pleading.

“Y–yes… I’m naughty… so, so naughty…”

The Model’s lips curved in a wicked smile. She rewarded the confession with rougher, faster strokes—two fingers pumping deep, curling inside as her thumb worked Elara’s swollen bud.

“Good girl,” she purred. “Then take your punishment… and your reward.”

Elara’s thighs shook violently, her knees buckling as the sensations became too much. The Model’s body pressed close behind her, holding her steady as her hips jerked helplessly against the hand working her open.

“Gasp for me,” the Model coaxed, her words hot against Elara’s ear. “Yes, that’s it… you love getting caught. You love being stripped down, made bare, humiliated. Every lie ripped away until nothing is left but this.”

The words broke her last restraint. With a strangled cry, Elara’s body convulsed, pleasure flooding her as her climax tore through her. She came hard, soaking the Model’s hand, her cries echoing against the wood as her bare body writhed and surrendered completely.

The Model didn’t stop until every shudder passed, her fingers drawing out every drop, every tremor, until Elara collapsed forward onto the table—sweaty, panting, utterly undone.

Only then did the Model kiss the side of her neck, smug and tender all at once.

“Mmm… my perfect little thief,” she whispered. “This orgasm—you didn’t steal. I gave it to you.”

Clothing Status

Elara: Naked and Naughty (You’ve already lost, darling. I’m just claiming what’s mine.), , bent over the table, trembling on the edge of release.

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