Daddies Underground MC Club
Her free hand grips the sheets, knuckles white, nails digging in like she’s holding on for dear life.
I edge the vibration higher, pulse, pulse, low, never letting her climb too fast, keeping her teetering on the brink. My strokes quicken, matching her rhythm, the app’s sliders dancing under my thumb like a conductor’s baton, every twitch of my finger sending a jolt through her body.
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