The man didn't give Toy a single moment to catch her breath. His cock repeatedly slammed inside of her as her convulsions had yet to stop, only exacerbating the unabated euphoria.
Toy's eyelids flickered, allowing only phantom gleams of the man with pink eyes who had a devious expression on his face, enjoying every second of her pleasurable torture.
Of course, this wasn't torture at all for Toy. It was quite the opposite; however, something in her mind was against the idea of being fucked. She wanted to fuck. It went beyond pleasure seeking and hedonism in that regard. While she didn't know much about her own race or species, the cause for this feeling was much simpler.
It was born of her own desires.
Toy wanted to be the one slamming her pussy down on this man's cock, not the other way around. While Toy was literally on top, looking down at the man, her mind yearned for that statement to resonate figuratively as well.
