“So fucking good,” he groaned. “Look at your pretty pussy clenching around that toy. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Half-sobbing, Ivy blinked up at him. “Too good. It’s too much. It’s—” “Press it to your clit,” he cut her off. Whining, she did as he told her, and nearly convulsed off the table with the first swipe of the vibrator on her bundle of nerves. “Easy, darling,” he soothed. “Easy. Keep those legs spread for me.”
