Elsa

Still, he doesn’t rush. Marcello is being very careful with me. His hand rocks back and forth, the slick toy tunneling deeper each time. Soon I am meeting his thrusts, needing more than he gives me. I am so close to coming, my thighs shaking. My mouth hangs open, my entire world suspended as what I need remains just slightly out of reach.

Then his hand meet my skin, the toy as deep as it can go.

The fullness. Oh, God. So dirty. I need more.

Suddenly, it is s too much. I come hard, my shout echoing in the room as I buck and rock under his mouth...