The vibrations buzzed relentlessly against my swollen nub, sending electric jolts up my spine, while his thick shaft stretched me wide, pounding in and out with unyielding force. I could feel every ridge and vein dragging along my inner walls, the friction building heat that made my thighs quiver.
But he wasn't done. Pulling out suddenly, the sudden emptiness made me whimper in protest, my p***y aching for him to fill it again. He spun me around roughly, his strong hands gripping my hips, bending me over a low shelf lined with dusty, worn books. My bound wrists kept me from catching myself fully, forcing my cheek to press into the rough spine of an old volume, the scent of aged paper mixing with the musk of our arousal.
'Ass up,' he barked, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room
