I emptied myself deep into Delilah's womb, feeling her body shudder with one final, violent climax before she went limp against the mattress, her breaths ragged and spent. A deep fatigue tugged at me, but my maximum libido kept my desire from ever truly fading.
My attention drifted to Gwenneth, still bound in her intricate, humiliating shibari. The vibrator wedged inside her continued its relentless hum, and the choker around her neck—[The Edge of Bliss]—held her perpetually on the precipise, denying her any relief. Her face was a perfect canvas of suffering, desperate lust, and profound despair. A beautiful sight.
"Mom," I called, my voice raspy. Delilah's eyes fluttered open, her face glistening with a mixture of sweat and tears. "Collect our juices. And feed your naughty daughter."
