Spicy Hot
It descends slowly, tracing a path of fire along my arm, my side, lingering on the curve of my hip before brushing, just brushing, the inside of my thigh.
—Isadora… I tremble, the muscles in my legs contract involuntarily. Stop.
-For what ? His voice is a whisper against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. You're soaked. I feel it. She presses harder, and this time the toy vibrates against my clit through the thin fabric of my panties.
—Fuck. The curse escapes before I can hold it back. My head falls back, the handcuff chains creaking under the tension. “There you go,” she murmurs, satisfied. There, you are no longer lying.