How quaintly pedestrian. Eporner “Your turn, Wednesday? Let it consume you.” She leaned down, capturing a nipple in her mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while her fingers thrust deeper, faster, orchestrating a crescendo of torment. more.”
“Look at you,” Wednesday purred, her fingers gliding through the slick folds, teasing the entrance without breaching it. “You flutter about like a moth to the flame of its own immolation. I… The climax hit Wednesday like a lightning strike, her body arching as she flooded Enid’s face, her body shuddering as she flooded Enid’s mouth with her virgin nectar, a guttural moan escaping her lips—a sound akin to the cello’s deepest lament. The dual assault—Enid’s mouth and her own expert touch—pushed her to the edge.
