Artemisia
“f**k, yes!” I scream in pleasure as Matthew pushes the beaded dildo into me.
He had prepared me with his fingers, pounding me with two of them gently, and made me wet enough again to be able to take it easily. But starting out gently doesn’t seem to be good enough for him as he wraps his hand around my neck to stabilise himself better to thrust into me harder.
I claw down on Matthew’s shoulder with the hand that I don’t need to keep me stable and have wrapped around Fynn’s strong shoulders.
They must love to torture me as the vibrations of the couple's toy are still going and I feel my sanity slipping from me.
“It’s too much,” I breathe out, and shudder pleasantly as Fynn kisses me right below my ear.
“Do you want us to stop?” he asks, and I surprise myself as I shak
