After a long time of teasing and worship, Leo rose from the chair, his commanding presence pulling me up gently by the arms. He turned me with care, bending me wide over the leather ottoman. My cheek pressed against the cool, smooth leather, a shocking contrast to my flushed skin. My hips perched on the edge, ass high and vulnerable.
Marcus hooked the remnants of my soaked thong and peeled it down my thighs inch by inch, the fabric clinging wetly until it caught at my heels. He spread my cheeks with reverent fingers, my breath hitching in a low groan at the sight before him. My p***y with its swollen lips, puffy and glistening, arousal trickling down. "Look at this pretty p***y," he murmured, his thumb circling my entrance slowly, dipping just enough to make me buck and whine. "Swollen an
