YOURS UNAPOLOGETICALLY
I whispered under my breath, the words tasting like possession.
She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted I could see it hit her harder—the way her shoulders tensed, the slight parting of her lips, the flush that had spread down her throat. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice barely steady.