Forbidden Collection
“God, Zina… touch yourself. I need to watch you fall apart.”
She reached for the dildo on the bed beside her—thick, veined silicone in a deep purple that made Dennis curse under his breath the first time she’d shown it to him. She licked the tip slowly, eyes never leaving his, then dragged it down her body, teasing her nipples through the camisole until they poked hard against the fabric.
“Take it off,” he ordered, voice husky. “I want to see those pretty tits.”
Zina peeled the camisole over her head, letting her full breasts bounce free. Her nipples were dark and tight, begging for attention. She pinched one hard between her fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp.