118. HUSH MELODY!

MELODY’S POV. “Good girl,” Jensen whispered, her hot breath teasing my throbbing clit. “Now fuck yourself harder for me… and when you cum, I want you screaming my name while you soak the sheets.” My hips bucked desperately, chasing the edge she kept denying me. I was so close it hurt, pussy clenching greedily around the buzzing toy. Then she reached into the cupboard and pulled out the thick, realistic strap-on I’d bought specifically for her. A wicked, predatory smirk curled her lips as she fastened it around her hips, the heavy silicone cock jutting out obscenely. My mouth went dry at the sight. She grabbed my ankles and yanked me roughly to the very edge of the bed, spreading my legs so wide my thighs burned. I was completely exposed, dripping wet, and trembling with anticipation. “Jen…” I breathed. She rubbed the fat head of the strap-on up and down my soaked slit, coating it in my slick, bumping it against my swollen clit until I was whimpering. Then she lined it up with