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With every pull of the strap out of my pussy and every slam back in, I feel the ridges glide against my walls.The heat of her body against mine, the press of her breasts into my back.
“If I tell you, are you going to come for me?”Midnight says.
“Yes,” I pant, and I will because I can’t take any more.My cheek slips against the table, wet?Tears?Tears for the fact this is the best sex of my life, and I know I can’t have it again.
“Mmm,” Midnight says as her hands grasp my ass and spread my cheeks.
I wriggle trying to hide my other hole.But instead, cold wetness dribbles onto it.
“What are you doing?”I shriek.
“Using you as I see fit, Lucy.Because you’re Daddy’s perfect little whore.”
My world tilts as she rubs a finger around the entrance I never thought I’d want touched.
She slides the strap slower now, letting my body come down away from the orgasm I was so close to.
“Safe word?”she asks.
“No,” I say.
She slides her finger to my tight ring and my back arches off the table, the sensation alien as she pushes her way in.But she continues her thrusting in and out of my pussy, keeping the pleasure coiling low between my legs.
“Just relax,” she says, and I try but I’m barely in control of my body.
I’m so full.
Too full.I shouldn’t be this full, but she’s gentle, gentle enough my body responds.
She pulls her finger out and slowly pushes back in.
“Oh.Oh, fuck,” I say, and my eyes roll shut.
She moves them in time, her finger and the strap, then she adds another finger, and I can’t…
The image of me bent over the table, being used like a fuck toy.What if someone walked in?Saw Midnight with a strap-on in my cunt and her fingers in my arse.It’s too much.
It’s filthy.
It’s degrading.
She’s debasing me and it’s making me come.
She drives the strap and her fingers in over and over until I swear I’m lost in some corner of my mind.
I spill over, black out, my body and mind separated as I drift into endless pleasure.Every cell fires and stars drift across my vision as a soul-crushing orgasm rips through my body.
I’m vaguely aware of my name being called.Repetitive, insistent.
Midnight hauls me off the table, her face serious.
“What?”I say, pissed that she’s pulling me out of my post-orgasm haze all too quickly.
“The second contract rune… It’s clear as day.”
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