Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
And then there was Marnie.
Black hair, severe and perfect. A wicked glint in her eyes. The latex clinging to her body like it had been painted on. She stepped into the scene like a goddess of punishment, a whip in one hand, a double-ended dildo in the other. Her voice had been silk-wrapped steel.
“Oh Daniel, you’ve been so very naughty.”
Emma obeyed her without hesitation, mouth on Sandra, moaning as Marnie grazed her nipple with the whip. He moved behind Emma, still buried deep in her. Trying to keep pace, barely holding on.