Fauna lay face-down on the soaked massage table, her body still trembling in the aftermath.
Her pussy continued to twitch and pulse, small aftershocks rippling through her as tiny trickles of fluid leaked out, spreading the wet patch beneath her hips even wider.
The cushion under her face was damp with tears and her breath came in ragged, exhausted pants, like a woman who had just been shot and was trying to process the shock.
Mika stood beside her, gazing down at the sight with deep, quiet satisfaction.
He had done it.
He had broken through.
But he knew better than to gloat openly. Not yet.
So he changed his expression into one of innocent concern, crouching beside her and gently brushing her hair from her sweat-damp forehead.
"Fauna?" He asked softly, voice laced with feigned worry. "Are you all right? You're breathing really heavy."
"Was the massage too intense? Did I go too hard?"
Fauna's heart lurched.
