Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
Opened it.
Cold fog rushed in, kissing her naked skin. Goosebumps everywhere. The balcony was small—railing chest-high, city drop below. Streetlights glowed through the mist. A few cars crawled on the street far down. Windows across the way—some dark, some lit. A silhouette moved behind one curtain.
Bonnie stepped out. Naked. Dildo still inside, thrusting slow now, controlled by the Honeyswarm.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “This is insane.”