Whispers After Dark
The rug was thick and soft under my knees as she pushed me down onto all fours, facing the hearth.
“Ass up,” she ordered softly.
I obeyed, arching my back, spreading my knees wider. The position left me completely exposed, and the cool air kissing my soaked folds, heat from the fire licking at my front.
Jordan knelt behind me. I felt her hands first—palms sliding over my ass, squeezing, spreading me open so she could see everything.
“Fuck, look at you,” she breathed. “So pink. So swollen. Still leaking from earlier.”
I whimpered, pushing back toward her.
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