Cold As A Corpse
The moment the contract dissolved into nothingness, sealing the dark pact between Asher and Esther, the latter sauntered past him in a leisurely manner.
With a graceful yet careless motion, she plopped down on the edge of the bed, the mattress barely creaking under her weight. In a bored, nonchalant tone, she asked, "What are you waiting for?"
Asher couldn't stand her detached demeanor any longer.
With newfound determination, he decided that he would shatter her icy facade.
He would make her feel what it meant to be a woman who would lust for his cock - to feel desire, to crave, and to weep with pleasure.
Confident in his abilities, he swiftly pinned her down on the plush mattress and hastily rid her of her panties, revealing the pristine beauty of her mature pink slit adorned with a silver hedge of pubic hair.