The clock above the chalkboard pulsed slower than a dying heart, each tick stretching into an eternity. Jill’s fingernails drummed against the scratched laminate of her desk, her knee bouncing beneath it tiny rebellions against the stillness. Across the room, Mr. Ashford lounged in his chair, elbow propped on the armrest, fingers curled loosely around a steaming mug. Third time this week she’d been in detention again.

Her sigh was swallowed by the humid air thick with the scent of something else, something deeper. A musk that curled beneath the smell of pencil shavings and sweat. It coiled around her lungs, slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched as the air grew heavy, pressing against her skin like invisible hands. The scent of wet earth, crushed leaves, something primal beneath it all.

Ashford’s fingers tightened around the mug. His knuckles whitened, tendons flexing as he shifted in his chair just enough for the fabric of his pants to pull taut. Jill watched his grip falter, watched his thumb stroke the rim of the mug with a distracted rhythm. His other hand slid from the armrest, fingers curling inward, pressing against the front of his pants in a slow, absent-minded circle. His jaw clenched.

She didn’t remember standing. Didn’t remember climbing onto the desk, the laminate cool beneath her thighs as she stretched out on her back, her black trousers riding low on her hips. The afternoon light painted her skin in honeyed streaks, catching the faint sheen of sweat along her collarbone. Her fingers traced the waistband, dipped beneath it slow, deliberate.

Ashford’s chair scraped against the linoleum as he stood. His belt buckle clattered to the floor, a dull metallic thud swallowed by the silence. The hem of his shirt rode up as he peeled his pants down, the fabric catching briefly at his knees before pooling around his ankles. The air between them hummed, thick with the scent of salt and the quiet rasp of cotton against skin. His fingers lingered, tracing the same slow circle as before, but now against bare flesh.

Behind she, the three green demons perched on the desk, their fingers working the air like bellows. Their laughter was soundless, a ripple in the musk-laden haze, their tongues flicking out to taste the tension coiling between Jill and Ashford.

Ashford’s breath caught as Jill’s pants slid down her thighs on their own accord no hands, no resistance the fabric pooling at her ankles like dark water. Her panties followed, ghosting over her skin, tugged downward by unseen fingertips. The afternoon light caught the curve of her bare ass, the faint tremor in her thighs as she arched, toes curling against the desk.

Her shirt came undone button by button, each popping free with a muted snap not by her hands, but by something unseen. The fabric fell open, exposing the pale swell of her breasts beneath a plain cotton bra. The clasp unfastened itself with a whisper, straps sliding down her shoulders like living things. Ashford’s breath came in ragged bursts now, his fingers digging into his thighs as he watched the fabric peel away, revealing her nipples, already stiff, already glistening with something that wasn’t sweat.

Her panties hovered for a moment in the air between them white cotton, simple, frayed at the edges before drifting down onto Ashford’s lap. The damp heat of her clung to the fabric as it settled over his cock, the outline of him pressing against the thin material. A groan tore from his throat, rough and involuntary, as her scent enveloped him musky, sweet, unmistakably hers. His fingers twitched, aching to touch, but he kept them clenched at his sides, knuckles white.

Jill’s tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, as she dragged her fingers from between her thighs. The taste of herself bloomed across her tongue salt and something deeper, something electric her lips curling into a smirk as she watched his pupils dilate. The air between them thickened, charged with the scent of her arousal, the weight of his restraint. She sucked her fingers clean with a soft, wet sound, each pass of her tongue a provocation, and then wagged a finger in the come here motion, curling it lazily toward herself. The invitation was unmistakable, the command silent but absolute.

Ashford’s shirt peeled off his shoulders with a slow, deliberate slide, fabric dragging across his forearms like a lover’s hands not from his own doing, but from the same unseen force that had undressed Jill. The afternoon light caught the ripple of muscle beneath his skin, the sweat-slicked hollow of his throat. The shirt hovered for a moment, suspended in the humid air, before drifting to the floor in a slow-motion descent.

Jill’s lips parted, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, tasting the salt and musk of him as she took half of him into her mouth. The groan that tore from Ashford’s throat was ragged.His fingers traveled down her body not in a straight line, but with the wandering curiosity of a man mapping unfamiliar terrain. They traced the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, the shuddering heat of her inner thigh. Every inch of skin they touched trembled beneath his touch, goosebumps rising in their wake. His fingers hesitated at the junction where thigh met hip, teasing the edge of her slickness before finally finally dipping into the wet heat of her. The first slow stroke drew a gasp from her, her hips jerking up to meet his hand. She was soaked, her folds swollen and warm against his fingertips, the scent of her arousal thick in the air between them.

Ashford’s breath hitched as he watched her tongue dart out to trace the vein along the underside of his cock, her lips stretched tight around him. The wet heat of her mouth was maddening, the rhythmic suction of her lips drawing another groan from him. His fingers moved faster now, curling into her, his thumb circling her clit in tight, deliberate circles. The slick sounds of her arousal mixed with the wet noises of her mouth around him, the two sounds merging into something obscene, something intoxicating. Her thighs trembled around his hand, her body arching into his touch, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Then she pulled back, her lips slick with spit and pre-cum, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "Am I a bad girl, sir?" she murmured, her voice thick with mischief, her fingers tracing slow circles over the flushed head of his cock. Ashford growled, gripping the edge of the desk hard enough to whiten his knuckles. "You know you are, " he said, rough and low, his hips twitching forward. His fingers still glistening with her brushed against her lips, smearing her own slickness across them. She parted her lips obediently, her tongue flicking out to taste herself, her eyes locked on his.

Ashford rounded the desk in three strides. The afternoon sun painted his back in gold, highlighting the tension coiled in his shoulders, the sweat-dampened dip of his spine. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, the pads of his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her knees. His tongue dragged through her slick folds like a man starving broad, flat strokes that left her gasping, her fingers tangling in his hair. The first flick against her clit sent a jolt through her, her hips bucking against his mouth, but he pinned her down with a forearm across her belly, relentless. The wet, obscene sounds filled the humid air between them, punctuated by Jill’s ragged moans.

He stood abruptly, his cock slick with her spit and pre-cum, nudging against her entrance with a slow, deliberate pressure. Jill arched her back, her breath hitching as the broad head of him parted her folds soaked, swollen, yielding but still tight enough to make him groan through clenched teeth. He pushed in gradually, inch by inch, his hips rolling forward with agonizing control, the stretch bordering on pain before tipping into pleasure. The moment his cockhead brushed against the thin resistance of her hymen, her thighs trembled violently, her nails raking down his forearms as she gasped, "Fuck, wait."

Behind him, the air shifted a ripple of movement where there should have been none. Three whispers slithered against his skin, damp and intimate, curling around the shell of his ear: *Get her ready for us.* Ashford shuddered, his fingers digging into Jill’s hips as he pressed deeper, the slick drag of her tightness making his vision blur. He pushed past it the last thin barrier with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, swallowing her whimper with his mouth as their tongues tangled. The taste of her, sharp and electric, flooded his senses.

Then he started to move in and out in a slow but steady pace, each thrust measured, unhurried a counterpoint to the frantic pulse he could feel fluttering against his cock. Her body clenched around him in erratic waves, her breath hitching every time he pulled back just enough to make her chase the stretch. The desk groaned beneath them, the laminate protesting as her fingers scrambled for purchase, nails scraping uselessly against the slick surface. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, tracing the line of his jaw before dropping onto her collarbone.

Just as he neared the edge his hips stuttering, his rhythm fracturing an unseen force wrenched him backward. The chair screeched across the floor, its wheels catching unevenly as he was dragged into it, his cock slipping free of her with a wet, obscene sound. Ashford bucked against the restraints, his wrists grinding into the plastic arms. The more he struggled, the tighter the invisible grip became a vise around his forearms, pressing him deeper into the chair’s embrace. Leather creaked beneath his straining muscles. His breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving, the veins in his forearms standing out in sharp relief.

To his left, the first demon emerged not in a sudden flicker, but in a slow bleed of shadow, its fingers curled around the armrest. Its skin shimmered like oil on water, shifting between emerald and obsidian as it leaned inn in. A finger traced the curve of Ashford’s ear, dragging down his neck in a slow, deliberate scrape. The second demon pressed against his other side, its breath hot and damp against his ribs as its finger slid down his chest not in a straight line, but in a spiraling path that left goosebumps in its wake.

Jill was lifted off the desk, standing on the floor with legs parted. The third demon appeared behind her with its cock between her legs, pressed against her wet folds not penetrating yet, just teasing. Its hands wrapped around her waist, rubbing back and forth with slow, deliberate pressure, fingertips pressing into her hips just enough to leave marks. The friction of its skin against hers sent shivers down her spine, the contrast of rough palms and smooth scales making her breath hitch.

Ashford groaned as the demon on his right gripped his cock, fingers tightening just below the head not stroking, just holding. The demon on his left leaned in close, its breath hot and damp against his ear. "Show time, " it whispered, the words curling around his spine like smoke.Jill gasped as the third demon's fingers dug into her hips, lifting her slightly before slamming into her with such force her feet left the floor for a second. Her vision blurred, the impact reverberating up her spine, her body arched taut like a bowstring. The sensation was brutal too much, too fast her lips parting in a silent scream before the sound finally tore loose.

Ashford's hips jerked helplessly as the second demon began to stroke him in earnest long, slow drags that started at the base and twisted just beneath the crown, thumb pressing into the slit with each upward pass. The rhythm was maddening just shy of too tight each stroke pulling a ragged groan from him. His cock throbbed in the demon's grasp, the veins standing out stark against flushed skin, pre-cum beading at the tip only to be smeared down the length by the next deliberate stroke.

Behind him, the first demon tightened its grip on his hair not yanking, just holding forcing his gaze forward as the third demon snapped its hips into Jill again. Her screams of pain were silenced as the demon’s thin, serpent-like tongue slithered down her throat, pressing past her uvula with a wet, invasive curl. The sensation was unbearable not just intrusion, but violation, the slick muscle pulsing against the walls of her esophagus in rhythmic waves. Her gag reflex spasmed, useless, as the tongue pushed deeper, coiling around something primal inside her. The sound she made was muffled, wet, her fingers scrabbling against the demon’s forearms.

Then the pheromones hit thick, cloying, pouring from the demon’s tongue like liquid heat. They flooded her system, seeping into her bloodstream with every panicked inhale, twisting her fear into something darker, slicker. Her thighs trembled, not with resistance, but with the sudden, overwhelming need to spread them wider. The demon’s tongue withdrew with a slow, deliberate drag, leaving her gasping saliva dripping down her chin.

Ashford watched, breath trapped in his throat, as the demon's grip slackened those clawed fingers uncurling from Jill's waist like vines recoiling from flame. He braced for her to bolt, for the slap of bare feet against linoleum, for the door to crash open. Instead, she pivoted smoothly her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. The demon's cock glistened inches from her lips, swollen and veined, the head flushed nearly violet. Her tongue darted out first not tentative, but deliberate tracing the thick ridge beneath the crown with the focused precision of a painter laying the final stroke on a masterpiece. The demon shuddered, its thighs trembling, as she took it into her mouth with a slow, wet slide that hollowed her cheeks.

Ashford's own cock twitched in the second demon's grip, pre-cum slicking its fingers, as Jill's hands rose not to push away, but to anchor herself. Her fingers tangled in the demon's thighs, nails biting into scaled flesh as she worked her mouth deeper, her throat fluttering around the intrusion. The demon's seized her head with both hands, fingers splayed against her skull like a vice. Its thumbs pressed into the hinge of her jaw, forcing her mouth wider just as it drove forward, the thick length of its cock spearing past her lips with a wet, obscene pop. Jill gagged, her body convulsing, but the demon held her fast, its fingers pricking her scalp as it began to fuck her face in earnest short, brutal thrusts that sent spit dripping down her chin in thick strands.

Jill's muffled whimpers filled the air wet, broken sounds that made Ashford's jaw clench. He could hear her trying to form words around the demon's cock, her tongue struggling against the intrusion, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth. A garbled syllable escaped half-formed, desperate before the demon thrust deeper, silencing her with a choked gasp. The demon to Ashford's left leaned in, its breath a hot whisper against his temple. "Want to know what she's saying?" it murmured, fingers trailing down his forearm, pressing into the pulse point at his wrist. Ashford shuddered, his skin prickling beneath the demon's touch. The creature chuckled, low and knowing. "She's begging, " it said, lips grazing his ear. "Not for it to stop no, no but for it to *fuck her pussy*." Its teeth scraped his earlobe, sharp enough to sting. "She's dripping for it."

The demon buried in Jill's throat withdrew suddenly not fully, just enough for her to drag in a ragged breath before gripping her hair and *hauling* her upright. Her knees scraped against the linoleum as she was pulled to her feet. Ashford watched, sweat dripping down his temples, as the demon spun her not roughly, but with deliberate, almost ceremonial precision until her back was pressed flush against its chest. Jill's hand scrambled backward, to grip the demon's cock, her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth. The contrast was obscene: her delicate fingers pale against the throbbing, slick length, her knuckles whitening as she held it steady against her dripping folds. Her breath hitched in anticipation as she says, "Please. Fuck my pussy."

Ashford's vision blurred as the demon obeyed no slow push, no tentative entry just a single, brutal thrust that buried its cock to the hilt inside Jill in one fluid motion. The sound she made wasn't a scream not anymore but something deeper, something guttural, her body arching against the demon's chest like a bowstring pulled taut. Her thighs trembled violently, slick with sweat and arousal, toes curling against the floor as she struggled to adjust to the sudden, overwhelming stretch. The demon didn't pause didn't give her time just withdrew halfway before slamming back in with the same merciless precision, its fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her in place.

The demon to Ashford's right chuckled a low, wet sound as its fingers tightened around his cock, twisting just beneath the head in a slow, deliberate corkscrew motion. Pre-cum dripped onto its scaled knuckles, thick and pearlescent, as it stroked him with agonizing precision. "Listen to her, " it murmured, its breath hot against his neck. "Listen to how *filthy* she sounds." And Ashford did he heard the wet, obscene slap of flesh against flesh, the choked, the moans Jill couldn't suppress as the demon pistoned into her with relentless force. Her words were shattered, fractured half-formed pleas and broken curses her voice raw from the cock that had just been down her throat. "Fuck *fuck* yes, just like that, *ohgod* " Her fingers clawed at the demon's thighs, nails scraping against scales, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust.

Ashford's breath came in ragged bursts, his hips jerking helplessly against the demon's grip. The creature stroked him faster now, matching the rhythm of its counterpart fucking Jill each upward twist of its fingers timed to the snap of its companion's hips. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the musk of Jill's arousal mingling with the demon's own dark, earthy pheromones. Ashford's cock throbbed in the demon's grasp, veins standing out in sharp relief, the head flushed an angry red. He could feel the pressure building coiling tight in his gut his balls drawing up as the demon's thumb swiped over the slit, smearing pre-cum down his length.

Jill's body arched violently, her back bowing off the demon's chest as a scream tore from her throat of pure pleasure. The demon pistoned into her with relentless precision, its cock dragging against her g-spot with each brutal thrust. Her thighs trembled, slick with sweat and arousal, her toes curling against the floor. She was so close so fucking close her orgasm building like a storm at the base of her spine. The demon's fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as its thrusts grew erratic, its own release imminent. Jill's breath hitched, her body tightening around it just before she came, the demon stopped. Dead still. Its cock buried to the hilt inside her, unmoving.

Jill whimpered a broken, desperate sound her body still spasming around it. She twisted in its grip, nails scraping against scaled thighs, her voice raw. "What what was that?" she gasped, her hips jerking helplessly, trying to chase the friction. The demon chuckled, low and dark, its breath hot against her ear. "Oh, " it murmured, tongue dragging along her pulse. "You've never come before, have you?" Its fingers traced the underside of her jaw, tilting her head back.

Jill’s breath hitched sharp, involuntary as the demon’s fingers slid from her jaw to her collarbone, tracing the frantic flutter of her pulse. Its tongue dragged wetly up her throat, leaving a trail of cooling saliva in its wake. "Tell me, " it murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear, "do you still think you're a good girl?" She laughed rough and breathless her hips twitching against the demon’s motionless cock still buried inside her. "Fuck no, " she gasped, "But I can be *your* bad girl." The words slithered out, slick with defiance, and the demon’s grip tightened in approval.

Ashford watched, his own cock twitching in the second demon’s grasp, as Jill’s fingers curled into fists against the creature’s thighs. Her thighs trembled from the raw, aching need coiled in her belly. "Please, " she whispered, voice cracking, "I need *fuck* I need to come." The demon’s chuckle vibrated against her spine, dark and knowing. "Beg properly, " it commanded, its free hand sliding up to pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp, but not enough to hurt. Not yet. Jill arched into the touch, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "*Please*, " she moaned, "let me come on your cock. I’ll be so good for you *so tight* just let me "

The demon’s hips snapped forward without warning, driving its cock deeper, the sudden friction wrenching a scream from Jill’s throat. Her body convulsed, her back bowing off its chest as pleasure white-hot and relentless raced up her spine. The demon didn’t let up, its thrusts brutal and precise, each one dragging against that sweet, aching spot inside her. "Say it, " it growled, its breath hot against her ear. Jill’s voice shattered "Cum inside me, " she begged, the words wet and broken, "*please*, I need to feel you *fuck* need you to fill me " Her thighs quivered, her cunt clenching around it in erratic pulses,.

And then it happened her body tightening like a coiled spring before snapping apart. The orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, her vision whiting out as her cunt spasmed around the demon’s cock. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. The demon groaned, its hips stuttering as her tightness milked it, its own release building fast. Then, with a snarl, it buried itself to the hilt and came not in one burst, but in three thick shots, each pulse of hot seed flooding her insides.

Ashford gasped as the demon gripping his cock abruptly stopped stroking, its fingers digging into his thighs instead. To his left, the demon crooked a finger at Jill, "Come here, " it says, voice thick with something between a command and an invitation. Jill shuddered, still impaled on the third demon’s cock her thighs slick with sweat and cum before peeling herself off with a wet, obscene pop. Her knees wobbled as she stumbled toward Ashford, her breath hitching with each step. She sank onto the floor between Ashford’s legs, her knees pressed into the cold linoleum, her fingers trembling as they traced the outline of his cock through the demon’s grip.

The demon withdrew its hand slowly, as if savoring the drag of Ashford’s skin against its scales before stepping behind Jill with predatory grace. Jill gasped as the first slap landed sharp enough to send a jolt of heat radiating through her ass and down her thighs. The second came harder, leaving her skin flushed and tingling. She arched into it instinctively, her breath hitching as the demon’s other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the frantic flutter of her pulse. "You like that, don’t you?." Yes, " she whispered, breathless, her fingers digging into Ashford’s thighs. "But I want your cock in there more."

The demon chuckled a dark, wet sound as it trailed a single claw down the curve of her spine, making her shudder. Its grip shifted from her hair to her hips, spreading her cheeks with deliberate pressure. The first press of its cock against her ass was teasing just the slick, swollen head nudging against her tight rim. Jill whimpered, her body instinctively tensing, but the demon didn’t stop. It pushed forward with agonizing slowness, the stretch bordering on pain before tipping into pleasure. The burn was sharp, the friction exquisite her muscles fluttered around it, trying to adjust, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The demon groaned, its fingers digging bruises into her hips as it bottomed out, its cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Ashford groaned as Jill’s fingers wrapped around his cock, her grip slick with sweat and pre-cum, her thumb circling the swollen head with slow, teasing strokes. Her other hand slid lower, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin behind his balls with feather-light pressure before pressing firmly against his perineum. The dual sensation sent a shudder through him, his hips jerking helplessly against the chair’s restraints. Jill smirked up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before murmuring, "Bet you’ve never had detention like this, sir."

Behind her, the demon pistoned into her ass with brutal precision, each thrust forcing a choked gasp from Jill’s throat. Its claws dug into her hips, pinning her in place as it angled deeper, the thick ridge of its cock dragging against her prostate with merciless accuracy. Jill’s fingers tightened around Ashford’s cock in reflex, her breath hitching as the demon leaned over her shoulder, its breath hot against her ear. "Tell him, " it rasped, its voice thick with dark amusement, "what it feels like when I fuck you here." Jill whimpered, her thighs trembling as the demon’s thrusts grew erratic. "Like *fuck* like you’re splitting me open, " she gasped, her grip on Ashford faltering as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "But I can’t *ohgod* I can’t stop clenching around you."

Ashford groaned as the demon to his left finally withdrew her hands from his cock, leaving him achingly hard and dripping. The sudden absence of touch was torture his skin prickling with oversensitivity, every pulse of his heartbeat sending a jolt of need down his length. Then it forced its cock into her mouth Jill’s lips parting instinctively, the thick head pressing past her teeth with slick insistence.

The two demons worked in perfect sync one pistoning into her ass with deep, rolling thrusts that made her thighs quake, the other fucking her throat in short, brutal snaps that sent tears streaking down her cheeks. Jill gagged around the intrusion, her fingers scrabbling at Ashford’s thighs for balance, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. The rhythm was merciless one pulling out as the other drove in leaving her no reprieve, no chance to catch her breath. Saliva pooled at the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto her trembling breasts in thick strands.

Ashford watched, transfixed, as her throat bulged obscenely with each thrust the demon’s cock sliding deeper than should have been possible, the wet, choking sounds filling the humid air between them. His own hips jerked uselessly against the chair, his cock twitching against his abdomen, pre-cum smearing across his stomach in glistening streaks.

Jill’s moans vibrated around the demon’s length, muffled but resonant a desperate, broken sound that only seemed to spur the creature on. Her fingers clawed at Ashford’s thighs, nails biting into flesh as the demon buried in her ass angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot with ruthless precision. The dual invasion was overwhelming her body stretched impossibly tight, her senses flooded with the scent of sweat and musk.

The demon fucking her mouth groaned a guttural, inhuman sound its fingers tightening in her hair as its hips stuttered. Hot cum flooded her throat in thick, pulsing waves, the taste bitter and metallic, forcing her to swallow convulsively. Her moans around it only made the creature shudder, its release prolonged by the vibrations of her throat clamping down around it. Ashford’s breath hitched as Jill’s body convulsed between them her ass clenching around one demon’s cock, her throat milking the other’s her own orgasm ripping through her with silent, shuddering intensity.

The demon withdrew from her mouth with a wet pop, its cock glistening with spit and cum, tracing a slick line down her chin. “Finish him, ” it commanded, its voice thick with dark amusement, its clawed thumb smearing the mess across her lips. Jill’s gaze flicked up to Ashford, her breath ragged before she leaned forward, her hands wrapping around his cock with deliberate reverence.Her fingers tightened just below the head, twisting in slow, deliberate corkscrews not fast, not rough, but with a rhythm that made his hips jerk against the chair’s restraints. Pre-cum dripped onto her knuckles, pearlescent and sticky, as she leaned closer, her parted lips hovering just above the flushed tip. The demon behind her snarled, its claws digging into her hips as it pistoned into her ass with brutal precision each thrust forcing a choked gasp from her throat, her fingers faltering around Ashford’s cock.

Then she stroked him faster, her thumb pressing into the slit with each upward pass, her breath hot and uneven against his skin. The demon’s hips snapped forward hard burying itself to the hilt inside her, its cock pulsing as it came. Jill’s body arched violently, her cunt clenching around nothing as the sensation ripped through her just as Ashford’s release hit, thick ropes of cum splashing across her face in hot, uneven streaks.

Her tongue darted out slow, deliberate catching a drop at the corner of her swollen lips. The taste burst across her tongue salt and musk and something darker her lashes fluttering as the demon behind her growled, its cock still buried deep inside her ass, its cum leaking down her trembling thighs.

The demon pulled out of her ass with a slick pop not gently, but with a suddenness that made Jill gasp, her body jerking forward against Ashford’s thighs. Its hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her with terrifying ease, her skin still flushed and slick with sweat. She landed straddling Ashford’s lap, her wet folds pressing against his cock, the sudden heat of her making him groan through clenched teeth.

Then they vanished just like that the air rippling where their bodies had been a second before. Ashford’s arms slumped free, the invisible restraints gone as suddenly as they’d appeared. He could move again, but his muscles trembled with exhaustion, his limbs leaden and useless. His fingers twitched against Jill’s hips, too weak to grip her, too drained to do anything but feel the shudder of her breath against his chest.