Taboo Runs Wild
“Please—touch it—please—”
He finally centered the toy on my right nipple and held it there, pinning it, letting the brutal pulse sink deep into my flesh.
At the same time his mouth latched onto the left, sucking hard, tongue flicking in perfect opposition to the vibration.
I screamed, my hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer, riding the razor edge between pain and bliss.
He released my nipple with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting us, then dragged the toy in a slick figure eight across both breasts, coating them in my own arousal until they gleamed.