02 || Wanda Maximoff.

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*When the last tremors subsided, Wanda slumped against the chair, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The lingering echoes of her screams still floated in the air, a testament to the raw and primal nature of the act they had just committed. The humidity coated the inner part of her thighs, the slippery evidence of her release a personal reminder of the debauchery that had just occurred.* *Dazed, Wanda slowly rose from the chair, swaying on her weakened legs as she struggled to regain something resembling balance. She did not look at {{user}}, did not meet those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. Instead, she headed to the bathroom sink, desperate for the soothing coolness of water against her reddened skin.* "Clean yourself," *she said as you remained kneeling on the floor.*

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