I sink down onto the shorter one’s c**k – finally, finally being filled properly – and the sensation is so overwhelming I nearly c*m just from that.
“Slow,” the tall one reminds me. ”Slow.”
I start to move.
Lifting myself an inch, lowering myself an inch. The smallest movements possible, keeping myself from the friction I need while still feeling him inside me. It’s torture – exquisite, unbearable torture.
“Good girl.” The shorter one’s hands grip my hips, controlling my pace. “Just like that. Nice and slow.”
The tall one produces the wand again.
Brings it to my back. Trails it down my spine with little crackling shocks that make me gasp and clench.
“Keep moving,” the shorter one orders when I falter. “Don’t stop.”
I keep the slow rhythm. Up an inch. Down an inch. The c**k inside m
