Sophia lost all her coherence when she felt a cold gel coat her anus and he pressed the vibrator into her. She tightened in reflex, begging, “Please, plea—”
A slap on her round cheek cut the litany as he gently breached the initial resistance.
A surprised cry left Sophia’s mouth and she heaved.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes.” A barely coherent moan left her mouth as she relaxed, allowing it full entrance and could barely think anymore. It’s good! Don’t stop!
“Please what?”
Another slap followed the turning on of the vibrator and she moaned. Those slaps were much softer than the ones of the first night and much more arousing.
He pressed himself just to her entrance but didn’t push. “You didn’t answer.”
“Please, Alistair Connor.”
The stinging sensation of another slap was overcome by the
