The Darkside of the Moon
“Please… I need…"
But Chloe doesn’t relent, her fingers moving in a rhythm that drives Demika higher, closer to the edge. The pleasure builds, a pressure that coils in her belly, tightening with each stroke, each caress, until it’s too much, until she can’t take it anymore. With a cry, Demika shatters, the pleasure washing over her in waves, drowning her in a sea of sensation, of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
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