Diana

“Ah—fuck Jace”

My hips rock back harder. Squelch. Slick. Squelch. Sweat slides down the valley of my spine. I can feel the second orgasm coiling tight, ready to snap. Jace’s hand leaves my hair and slides around to my throat again, tilting my face so he can see every expression I make when I cum.

“Cum on my cock, Diana. Let me feel it.”

“I’m close…fuck fuck—please. UGGGggghhh”

The second climax rips through me harder than the first. My whole body locks up. A broken, high moan tears out of my throat as I cum around the dildo, walls fluttering and squeezing. Wetness spills down my thighs. I keep...