The red light throbs like a heartbeat now, faster, hotter, matching the frantic pulse between my legs. I’m still straddling Apex, his c**k buried deep inside me, softening only slightly before the haptics force it rigid again. c*m from the last two loads leaks out around him, slick and warm, coating my inner thighs and dripping onto his hips. My c**t is swollen and hypersensitive, every tiny shift sending aftershocks through my core. I’m shaking, sweat-slick, chest heaving, but the Veil doesn’t let fatigue register the way my real body does. It only amplifies the need.
Apex’s hands clamp onto my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise virtual flesh. He flips us without warning. One second I’m on top; the next I’m flat on my back on the leather platform, legs forced wide, knees hoo
