Chapter 130 Vivid Imagination

• Augusta's POV:
• Her moans got more frequent as she continuously pleasured herself. She had never done this with herself before, so it felt weird with her being the one doing this. But with what Lamas had done with her that night, she thought she could learn from it. Her jaw dropped as the pleasure overwhelmed her body... going deeper she could feel her fingers in the depths of her folds. Her moans got louder each moment, and her whimpers came out more often than not even though she tried to calm herself down. 'Oh my god.' She thought to herself.
• "Ohhh. Hmmm." My face was scrunched. She didn't stop though as I remembered his handsome face, his huge hands and broad masculine shoulders. His clean shaved chest and packs, and that necklace that he wears around his neck. Damn, it turned her on so bad. She continued fucking herself with her hands as she imagined those hands of his touching hers with so much gentleness but roughness as well. She wanted those arms around her body so badly, she wanted to know how it would feel, how he would turn her so effortlessly into different positions. How he would lift her in his arms as he thrust his fingers into her. Then she remembered...he wasn't gentle with her when he took her virginity. Neither was he gentle the next moment he fucked her again. It was all pain. But why was she overlooking those sides and being delusional about what could be rather than the reality of it?