DANTE

I crank it up a notch, using it to circle her swollen nub while my fingers pump inside her, stretching, scissoring, and preparing her. She thrashes, the ties biting into her wrists, her moans turning into desperate sobs.

“Come for me,” I demand, sucking at her clit alongside the vibrations. “Soak my face like the filthy bride you are. Show your husband how much you love being tied and toyed with.”

She shatters immediately, screaming my name, with her pussy clenching ...