100 NIGHTS OF SIN
beg for more, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "More, Tyler! Don't stop!" I reach under his pillow, pull out the wand I stashed there earlier, flick it to high, and press it directly to my clit without ever breaking rhythm. "Watch this," I say to the camera, grinning wickedly. The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. I scream raw and broken, my pussy clamping down so hard he shouts, his hips bucking wildly beneath me. "Scarlett! Fuck!" he yells, trying to follow me over the edge. I keep the wand there, riding the aftershocks, forcing him to feel every pulse, every clench, every gush of wetness as I squirt down his cock and balls, soaking the sheets beneath us. "Oh God, yes!" I cry