She stares at me, wide eyed and ruined. Her thighs tremble, soaked and glistening. Hair a mess, lipstick smudged from my mouth. “I said I’d make you scream,” I murmur, leaning over her, voice thick. “But I never said it’d only be on my cock.” She swallows hard. “What do you—” I reach over for her purse, unzip it, and dig inside until my fingers close around what I’m looking for. Her vibrator. She freezes. I hold it up between us like a weapon, smirking as the color drains from her cheeks and rushes right back in. “Well, well,” I murmur. “Tyler—” I flip it on. Low buzz. Her breath hitches again. “Lie back, honey,” I say, brushing the toy between her slick folds. “You’re gonna come—but on my terms.” She moans, head falling back, hands clutching the sheets as I press the toy against her clit. Slow circles. Light pressure. Teasing. Her hips buck, chasing it, but I pull back just enough to make her groan in frustration. “Such a needy little thing,” I say, watching
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