Alpha Obsession : Sinful Pleasure
I cry out, my back arching off the couch.
“Yes,” he hisses, approvingly. He holds the toy in place, the dual vibrations—one deep inside, one focused on my most sensitive bud—creating a symphony of sensation that leaves me breathless. “Listen to that sound. The sound of you, coming apart for me.”
He leans down then, and I feel the hot, wet stroke of his tongue right beside the buzzing toy. He licks a slow, torturous path through my folds, avoiding the center of the vibration, tasting me, teasing me. The contrast is maddening—the steady, mechanical pulse and the soft, wet, alive heat of his mouth.
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