And from the ceaseless crinkling of her brow, I would say it’s safe to assume she’s even less acquainted withenjoyingit.
“I…” manages to leave Salay yet nothing else.
At least not until I brush my finger against her clit.
“Fu…” is attached to her knees scrapping harder against the mattress.
“You want more?” I tease in tandem with leaning closer.“Beg.”
Defiance doesn’t hesitate to invade her vision as she cuts her glare over to me; however, snatching a fistful of her currently curly hair while delivering another stroke instantly leads to her panting, “Pleaseeee…”
“Shhiiiitttt,” grumbles Zero, his own body hunching forward, “she’s so goddamn wet, Master.”
Precum slowly trickles through my slit.
Screams for someone to touch it.
Let it touch someone.
“Please…” my finger lazily skims the territory again, “what?”
Salay headily jerks against the digit in desperation for friction.“Rub.”
I tighten the grip on her hair to aid me in not immediately giving in.“And who you do you want to rub you, Princess?”
“You.”
“And who am I?”
Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip demonstrating exactly how hard she’s contending.
How close she is to cracking.
“Say it, baby,” Zero grunts on a sharper thrust.
Another tremble tears through her unsteady frame.
“Let him have you.”
One hand reaches out to cup her own tit.
“Become his.”
Whimpers leak themselves past their enclosure.
“Become ours.”
“One word,” precedes me tugging her entire body in my direction so that I can growl against her ear.“All I need is that one word, Princess.”
And it comes.
Perfectly.
Made mostly made of air.
Sprinkled with sass.
“Master.”
