For the first time in his life, Max had drawn a genuine squirt from a woman. Neither Rosalia nor Agnia had ever been a squirter. That is why something inside him snapped at the sight, a deep primal desire every man carried, an achievement that made his blood boil with a raw, indescribable satisfaction that flooded his veins and made his cock throb painfully hard against his clothes.

His fingers did not allow her even a second to rest. He had found his perfect plaything, a proper knight who turned out to be a crazy woman who craved rough sex, and he was going to give it to her without mercy. He started fingering her roughly, abusing her sensitive pussy with deep, punishing thrusts of his fingers, curling them hard against that spongy spot inside her while his thumb ground relentlessly against her swollen clit.

"Haaa... haaa... aahhhnn... haaa... more... fuck... fuck... fuck... I love it... fuck..." Clotilde had fully lost all control, her voice breaking into a desperate, filthy chant that spilled from her lips without any filter. She did not understand what this overwhelming pleasure was, but it was perfect, she loved every single second with him, the way his rough fingers destroyed her sensitive virgin pussy left her completely breathless and shaking with need.

Her pussy sounded wet and obscene, like he was fingering a soaked sponge, loud squelching sounds filling the room and soaking everything beneath them in her pleasure while her hips bucked wildly against his hand in shameless, frantic rolls.

"You’re such a naughty bitch, Clotilde," Max teased her, his voice low and rough with dark delight as his speed increased, slamming his fingers into her even harder and faster.

"Ahhh... No... I’m not a bitch... fuck..." she moaned, unable to stop herself, the words tumbling out between broken, gasping breaths while her entire body betrayed her, thighs quivering violently around his wrist and her back arching sharply as another wave of helpless pleasure crashed through her.

"You say that, but your pussy is disagreeing with you," he growled, pushing his speed to the absolute extreme until the muscles in his forearm burned with the relentless effort.

"Fuck... Yes... Haaa... I’m a bitch! I love it! Fuck me more with your... aaahhh... fingers... haaa..." Clotilde cried out, the filthy words spilling from her in a broken, shameless chant while her entire body thrashed against his hand.

She came again hard, her walls clenching violently around his fingers in powerful, rhythmic squeezes that tried to milk him deeper, but he did not let her rest even for a heartbeat. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Clotilde’s heart pounded so wildly inside her chest that she thought it might burst free at any moment. Her nipples had hardened to the point where they felt like solid, aching pebbles, throbbing in time with every brutal thrust of his fingers.

But then Max suddenly pulled out, leaving her pussy clenching desperately around nothing but empty air.

Her eyes snapped open, dazed and glassy, to find him watching her with a satisfied, predatory smirk. She could not move at all, her latest orgasm still wrecking her insides with aftershocks that made her thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"Why... Why’d you stop?" she asked, the words coming out in an almost pleading whimper, her voice thick with need for him to keep fucking her with those fingers, but Max was no longer satisfied with just that.

He moved closer, his eyes scanning her naked frame with a dangerous hunger while every last piece of her black armor lay scattered on the ground beside the chair. He kicked the plates aside with his boot to clear more space on the floor. Then his fingers caught her chin, tilting her face up to him.

"You’re now my slut, Clotilde," he told her, his voice low and rough. He felt fully in control, the shift turning his usual gentleness into something darker and far more dangerous, something even he did not fully understand, as if her desperate craving for roughness had awakened a primal beast inside him.

He patted her cheek gently at first, almost tenderly, then slapped it hard enough to make saliva spill from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered up at him, wide and pleading for more. That sharp sting felt far too good for reasons she could not explain, and the way her body reacted told Max everything he needed to know.

He pulled her in again and slapped her once more, harder this time.

"Nnngghhh!" The greedy moan tore from her throat as her tongue slipped out between her parted lips, wet and trembling.

"I’ve been a bad slut, taking too long to find you. Please punish me more, Max," she begged, her voice hoarse and dripping with filthy need.

Max responded to her desperate plea by grabbing a rough fistful of her long white hair and yanking her down. He dragged her forward until her knees hit the floor hard, the sudden jolt of pain shooting straight to her core and making her empty pussy clench again with fresh hunger. Every burning sensation only made her wetter. She loved it more than she could have ever imagined.

He held her head right in front of his bulging crotch, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric, the dark, wet patch of precum soaked through in a wide circle.

Clotilde licked her lips slowly, her eyes flicking from his face down to that heavy bulge and back again. Her hands moved on their own, trembling with excitement as she reached for his pants, ready to free the thick snake from its cage.

Max allowed her that much. Her eager fingers pulled urgently at his pants, but his rock-hard cock strained so heavily against the fabric that it held them stubbornly in place, drawing a hungry and almost challenging look from her flushed face as she yanked harder with both hands.

Finally, the thick length slipped free from its tight restraints, springing out with aggressive force and slapping hotly against her forehead with a lewd, meaty sound as it came crashing down from the powerful bounce, the heavy weight of it brushing across her cheek and leaving a faint trail of precum on her skin.

The potent, masculine scent of his raw desire flooded her nostrils at once, thick and intoxicating, making her head spin and her empty pussy clench with fresh, shameless hunger while her thighs pressed together instinctively.