that the edge was shiny. Her fingers came away drenched. She
lifted them to her mouth as Coralyn turned her head and
watched. She slowly inserted them, sucking them clean of the
most delicious sweetness she’d ever tasted. She was soaked
too, so wet that she could feel beads of moisture trickling
down her thighs. She was swollen and aching.
“Turn around. Sit on the edge of the desk. Sit on that sore
ass and spread your legs.”
Coralyn scrambled off the desk. She howled when she sat
on her sore ass. Despite not being welted or damaged in any
serious way, she’d feel the effects of that strapping for days
when she sat down. She’d probably feel the answering throb of
it in her sweet pussy as well, and when she wasn’t with Giana,
she’d think of her, and she’d want her.
She slowly spread her thighs apart, gasping and whimpering
as her red skin came into contact with the desk with the
change in position.
“Pull your panties aside again and finger yourself. I want to
watch you touch your soaked pussy. I want to watch you find
out how wet you are.”
“Oh god…” Coralyn immediately complied, pulling her
panties to the side again. She moaned and threw her head back
when her fingers sunk into her entrance. She was so wet that
Giana could smell her arousal and it made her want to drop to
her knees and take her for hours with her mouth. She worked
her fingers in a few times, her hips rolling with the movement,
her moans of pleasure mounting with each pass.
Any further and she was going to send herself over the
edge. Giana acted fast, knocking Coralyn’s hand out of the
way. She lifted those fingers and slid them between her lips,