Round 8 Transcript

I let Halie's steadying hands guide me up, feeling the pleasant ache between my thighs as I shift position. Educational indeed—though I'd argue the lesson was more about Jeane's stamina than mine. My eyes catch hers, sharp and challenging despite the lingering haze of overstimulation.

Still got something left in you, or did that little display drain your reserves? Because if not—I tap my inner thigh deliberately—there are other ways to demonstrate technique. My fingers trace a path up my own leg, stopping just short of where I need it most.