His hands scrabbled at the panties she had just put on, yanking them down over her hips. She helped him; she couldn’t resist. She knew what they were doing was wrong but she couldn’t stop herself.
Somehow he got his c**k out of his pants and he lifted her up, keeping her pressed against the wall, and started f*****g her. She like that. She liked being used. There was no way for her to resist the lust he had stirred up within her. It wasn’t his wit, or beauty, or power that stirred up her lust; it was the precursor. That elixir was affecting her in ways she couldn’t fathom.
It was good to have his c**k in her body. She was still wet with Hank’s c*m—where was he?—but she didn’t mind. She loved to be f****d. Nadia kissed the mad doctor and didn’t shy away at all. “What are you doing to me?”
