Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

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,