“Choose, little deer.” I growl. The white. With the delicate clasp. White and blue. Like the moon in the sky. Like the stars reflected in the ocean. White and blue. “The white one,” I decide, and as I do, he presses the tip of his finger through the tight muscles, sucks my clit into his mouth, and rockets me over the edge of sanity, forcing a ripple of sensation to every inch of my body. I gyrate my pelvis upward while a cry tears from my mouth.
