Sadile's body was a canvas, a map of pleasure, and Travis and Jenna were the artists, painting her with their touch, their kisses, their whispered words of encouragement. As the pleasure built, Sadile felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tense with anticipation. She was close, so close, to the precipice, to the moment when everything would come crashing down, when the world would explode in a kaleidoscope of color and sound. And then, just as she was about to surrender, to let go, the moment was gone, the pleasure fading, leaving her breathless and wanting. She opened her eyes, her body still trembling, to find Travis and Jenna watching her, their eyes dark with desire, their bodies still clothed, their touches still chaste. "Not yet, Sadile," Jenna whispered, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Sadile's spine. "We're just getting started." The promise in her voice, the anticipation that hung heavy in the air, left Sadile wanting, needing, more. She was theirs, body
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-07-10 Baca selengkapnya