Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation)
Hartley reached back into her bag, and this time, she pulled out a long, flexible double-ended dildo that was a dark, translucent purple.
"You've been so good, Olivia," Hartley whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "But I think we need to see how much you can really take."
She didn't just go for my pussy this time. She grabbed a small, vibrating plug from the side pocket—something sleek and tapered.
I felt my stomach flip with a mix of fear and desperate heat. She guided my legs even wider, hooking my ankles over the armrests of the chair until I was completely exposed, my pussy red and gaping from the thick toy she’d just used.