When it was finally seated all the way inside her, Coralyn
didn’t dare move. It was too much. She was stretched to the
limit. It hurt and burned. Giana made the first move. She
tugged Coralyn forward, which made her whimper in protest,
then moan at the sheer pleasure of the shift in her hips forward
and the change of the toy inside her. She kissed her furiously
before releasing her mouth, but not her face. She held her face
cupped there in her palms as she slowly rolled her hips,
pushing the toy in and out of Coralyn.
“Oh god,” Coralyn whimpered. “Oh god, Giana.”
Just one stroke, one roll of her hips, and Coralyn was
panting. The nipple clamps combined with the furious pressure
inside her built a wall of white that was coming at her swiftly
and she wasn’t going to be able to get out of the way.
Giana grasped Coralyn’s hips and tilted them forward,
canting them onto the toy as she raised her own and stroked
hard, thrusting it all the way in. She wriggled underneath her,
rolling to the rhythm she was setting, which reminded Coralyn
that she was also feeling the toy deep inside herself. A shiver
sawed through her. Her hands were tied, but Giana’s weren’t,
and they worked magic.
All of a sudden, she was shifted, turning over. Giana bucked
her off and pulled her by her ankle to the end of the bed. It was
worse because Coralyn’s hands were tied behind her back.
Worse and hotter. So much hotter. She was at Giana’s mercy.
Giana spread her open, lifting her legs and tucking them
around her own hips before she leaned in and thrust into
Coralyn in a single hard thrust with that thick toy.
She fucked her ruthlessly with it, driving into Coralyn’s
swollen pussy again and again. She was so sensitive from