He could be tied up alone and cold in the empty tub all night. Or he could be taking a twisting fist all miserably degraded while bound up pitifully immobile. Tara could be splitting him in two and tearing him apart! He told himself he was only honoring his benefactor when he released a low moan. Of course omniscient Julie knew better already.
“Lots of nerve endings back here,” she purred. “More than on the tip of a p***s even.”
She rubbed and nudged, pressed and caressed with her gentle simulacrum. Ed shifted a bit without intending to: lifting and reciprocating that insidious pressing. Julie obliged him with a firmer touch and he gasped again… She teased him by retreating temporarily… Oh! He released a surprised little cry as those horribly adept digits returned. This time they carrie
