She’s always been gorgeous, but there’s something beautiful about the small ways her body has been changing since she started training. The little curves of new muscle. The proud posture—head up, shoulders back. The gleam in her eyes.
I hold out my hand to help her onboard. With delicate fingers, she grips my hand and puts her feet in the stirrups, but she stays hovering out of reach of the purple rubber c**k.
“What do I—How do I—”
Cora looks up at me, a quick flash of nerves. Then she maintains that eye contact as she carefully positions herself and lowers down, inch by agonizing inch. With the lube I put on before she emerged, she slides on with no problem, though she bites back a tender gasp.
“This is nowhere near as big as some of the toys you bought me before. Is that the punishme
