"Please," he said. "Olerra," he tacked on belatedly.
"Would you like another finger?" she
asked.
He swallowed, sweat trickling down his chest. He barely had to think over the ques-tion. "Yes, Olerra."
Another finger joined the first, and the sensation was uncomfortable at first, until the doubled pressure hit that fucking spot again.
— Sep 28, 2025 06:20PM
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