THE ARRANGEMENT: FORBIDDEN THINGS ALWAYS TASTE SO GOOD
He pushed the fifth bead in, and my vision went white.
The fullness was unbearable, every bead pressing against my sweet spot, my walls, my everything.
“One more,” Marcus whispered, and pushed the largest bead inside.
I screamed into the mattress.
He left them there for a long moment, just watching me tremble. Then he pulled the cord slowly, dragging each bead out one by one.
The sensation was overwhelming, the drag, the stretch, the release, over and over until I was sobbing into the sheets.
“Look at you,” Marcus murmured, tossing the beads aside. “Dripping everywhere.”
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