As the first hints of dawn filtered through the curtains, Sharon stirred in Ruby's arms, her body still humming from the night's relentless pleasures.
Her pussy ached in the most delicious way, swollen and tender from Ruby's repeated invasions, cum still leaking slowly from her well-used hole. But the emptiness gnawed at her now, a fresh wave of desire building despite the exhaustion. She turned her head, lips brushing Ruby's ear, and whispered, "Ruby... I need more. Use your toys on me. Make it hurt so good."
Ruby's eyes snapped open, her cock stirring instantly against Sharon's thigh at the plea. The words ignited something feral in her, a surge of excitement that made her pulse race. Toys? Sharon, always pushing boundaries, always craving deeper surrender.
Ruby's mind raced with possibilities—her drawer full of implements waiting to torment and tease. She grinned, dark and hungry, rolling Sharon onto her back and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
