“Hello, Anne’s clitoris. It’s me, Malcolm, your lord and master.”
“Oh, god, no.” I covered my face with my hands. “Please don’t.”
“Shh. This is a private conversation.” He brushed hot feverish kisses up and down the lips of my sex. My stomach tensed so hard it hurt. “Look at you all pretty, pink and excited. Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.”
“If you don’t stop talking to my vagina I’m going to kill you.”
Play by Kylie Scott: HERE.
"How's that, baby?" he asked, thumb starting to work my clit again. "Feel good being turned on by a Devil's Jack?"
Devil's Game by Joanna Wylde: HERE.