🦇 “Castle Fucktoy” — Midnight Wasn’t for Sleeping
The castle was silent — but Mavis wasn’t.
Half-dressed, her tights ripped down the middle, she pressed herself against the cold stone wall, gasping as her lover thrust into her harder with each breath. "We shouldn't," she whispered — but her hips begged otherwise.
Her black dress clung in tatters, one strap falling off her shoulder, pale breasts bouncing in the candlelight. He grabbed her throat, and she grinned with fangs bared.
“Daddy’s out for the night,” she moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “So take me like you own me…”