Wanton Desires: A Taboo collection
Another slid two thick fingers between my legs from behind and pushed them straight into my soaking cunt without warning.
“Fuck… she’s dripping,” he commented to the group, pumping his fingers lazily while arguing about quarterly figures. The wet, obscene squelching sound of his fingers fucking me filled the room between their sentences.
I was trembling and my legs barely held me up. My clit was swollen and throbbing, begging for attention. Every time I got close, the fingers would slow down or pull away, leaving me whimpering desperately.
“On your knees, slut.” One of the men I've come to know his name was Jason said, pointing under the table. His blue eyes held the same command Damien usua