Spicy Hot
Déessei can feel you tremble when we touchcraving your touchinward tremblingsensuous sentence
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.