Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
He paused at the hood, flicked twice, then sucked—gentle, then firm, then gone.
Layla’s hands flew to the counter, nails scraping marble.
“Fuck—”
He slid two fingers inside, curling against her front wall in a steady come-here. The vibe kicked to Level 2—short, sharp pulses that matched his rhythm.
Her thighs shook. The coil tightened.
Almost—
He stopped. Fingers out. Tongue gone. Vibe off.
Layla whimpered, a broken sound that echoed off the tile.
Edge Two – The Torment