Spicy Hot
He pushes me on top, my torso crushed against the cold wood, my hips raised, offered.
“Stay like that,” he said.
I feel his fingers dig into the flesh of my buttocks, spreading them roughly. The cool air caresses my exposed sex, and I shiver.
—Isadora.
She walks closer, her heels clicking on the floor. I turn my head just enough to see her kneeling behind me. His fingers brush my intimate lips, then sink into me without preamble.
“She’s always so wet,” she chuckles. What a little whore.
Kael grunts in approval. I feel the bed of his fingers on my skin, then something cold and metallic slides against my entrance.