Every slow dip that made her think she was finally done only shot up high again, sending more sparks up her spine and liquid heat welling over, dripping down her thighs. With each inhale she was riding the endless ecstasy and with every exhale she was begging for it to finish. Was he doing this to her through his feeding connection? Was she doing this to herself? “S-Silas…” Her hips thrust against the toy of their own accord. “Si-las, plea-se, I… I c-can’t… I th-think I’m—” She was going to break clean in half like a fractured geode. Would she sparkle and gleam as she shattered apart? Was this
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