Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
The mirror across the room this one full-wall, angled perfectly caught her in profile: breasts heaving, clamps' bite marks vivid red ovals, pussy still puffy and glistening under the bedside lamp's glow.
"One more round, mirror slut," she murmured, flicking it on low, the familiar buzz vibrating through her palm like an old friend. She teased her inner thighs first, dragging the tip along the creases, letting the vibrations sink in deep, her skin prickling with renewed goosebumps.
Nipple torture called again, unavoidable. Her hands abandoned the toy momentarily to gather her breasts, squeezing the undersides to thrust the abused peaks forward. Fingers pinched viciously, rolling the raw flesh
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