CHAPTER 30
Poppy
Heat crawled from my cheeks to my chest as I leaned forward and pressed my tongue to the silicone entrance.
The material was warm and slick and tasted of lube and prec.u.m. So yummy, I thought and pushed my tongue past the entrance, licking deep.
"Yes," he breathed. "Just like that. Tongue that fake cunt. Get it ready for me."
I worked my tongue deeper, licking every drop of him that I could reach. My own p.u.s.sy was absolutely gushing, dripping down my inner thighs, soaking into the lace of my stockings. This was wrong, this was filthy and depraved and completely insane, and I loved it, I wanted more of it, I wanted Marcus to keep looking at me like that while I tongued his toy like a good girl.
"Enough, you nasty girl!” Marcus said, pulling the toy back and slam
