TASTEFULLY INDECENT
Bishop Writestaken by my stepfather novel
Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises.
Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered.
They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin.
Slow withdrawal. Gentle now.
Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.