C15 CHAPTER 15
A thick talented finger was stroking in and out of her while sharp teeth nibbled on the back of her shoulder. The thrusts were shallow, leisurely,
teasing. She squirmed and tried impaling herself further but the finger withdrew a warning. She moaned her frustration. A low, wicked chuckle
was her response and then two fingers plunged inside her and her next moan was of sheer bliss