Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/76/en

By the time he’s done making you sing, you’re a wreck. The moment he stands, you flop onto your back with your legs spread, still quivering with your panties pulled halfway down your thigh. You watch him wide-eyed as he leaves, some new, alien feeling blossoming in the pit of your tummy. It only grows stronger the further away he gets, and when he’s gone the feeling consumes you like a raging inferno. You want more. No, you need more.