PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
The lab echoed with wet sounds: the buzz of the toy, the squelch of fingers in pussies, the slap of skin.
The frenzy built higher. We rotated again, needing to keep the energy going. Clone One lay on the table now, her legs draped over the edge, pussy exposed and dripping. I grabbed a strap-on from the drawer – a harness with a thick silicone cock, veiny and realistic, about eight inches long. I buckled it around my hips, the base pressing firm against my clit and mound. Clone Two lubed it up generously, her hands stroking the shaft up and down like it was a real dick, making me shiver at the indirect pressure on my clit.