CHAPTER 4

ISLA

No.

Yes.

It circled lazily, teasing the tight ring until I squirmed despite myself. The tongue returned, plunging into my mouth alongside the cock, curling around it so every movement was doubled—slick heat against slick heat.

A slow push. A steady, deliberate pressure until the tip breached.

I cried out, the sound vibrating around the cock in my mouth. My body clenched hard, instinct fighting the stretch—until that molten medicine-heat rolled deeper through my veins, unwinding the tension.

Good.

It pushed in further, filling me from the back now too. The sensation was dizzying—two invasions, one in my throat, one behind, both moving with obscene precision.

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