She struggles away from him but it is no use; his thick fingers stroke her cunt, rubbing the elixir on her, though this time, he is more gentle, "If you are a good girl, Coral, and do not fight me I will not be so rough on you." He presses a finger against her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Coral bites her lip but still the moan escapes; the haze of the elixir hits her and she yearns for a cock to fill her. She shakes her head, forcing herself back to the present by pulling against her wrist restraints; the sharp pain of it jars her back...