Chapter 41
Sebastian
My naughty minx shifted, getting on her knees facing the headboard, her nightdress pushed up and bunched at her waist.
Her hands gripped the headboard as she pushes up her pale plump a.s.s perfectly in the pink lamplight. She looked over her shoulder at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
The first bead was seated. Her hole clenched around the cord, tight and swollen and flushed pink, her body still processing the intrusion.
I leaned forward and spat directly on her hole.
She gasped.
I worked the spit in with my thumb, slow firm circles against her rim, pressing slightly, feeling her clench and flutter. Mhmm, good girl. Then I spat again, a thick stream, watching it coat her stretched entrance and drip down over her soaking folds.
"There's no lube, b
