Warning: Mature Content Ahead
Waverly's firm, yet gentle grip on my cock allowed my head to whirl in a manner I didn't think was possible. With every movement, my body shook and I let out increasingly loud grunts.
I was the type to enjoy control. To watch my partner tremble under me as I showed them the true extent of pleasure. And that was precisely how I'd been treating Waverly prior to now. I loved it when she yelled my name, her body screaming with pleasure as she spasmed from my touch.
I enjoyed the sight like a work of art. I was the artist, and she was my painting. Yet, now… I found myself drowning in the exact opposite feeling. This time around… she was the sculptor… And I was the statue she was meticulously crafting.
"But we don't mind, do we?" Vane seemed to be enjoying himself.
