Pressing the toy to her swollen clit, Ivy moaned low in her throat. His cock jerked in response. “That’s it,” he urged. “Work yourself up, love.” Her hips twitched, seeking out more friction, more pressure. “Turn up the intensity.” She did, and he grinned to himself as she writhed on his table. Through his energetic tethers, he felt her orgasm rush up from her depths, catching them both off guard. Holding the head of the toy to her sensitive flesh, Ivy gasped sharply as her second climax rocked her.
