KASMINE.
The devil has a name, and he wasn't in hell.
His name was Kester, and he was right here, on top of me, making me moan his name between gasps and breathless pleas.
My body wasn't mine anymore.
Pleasure had stolen it, claimed it, reshaped it into something unrecognizable—something made only for him.
The vibrator inside me was maddening, humming, pulsing, teasing the raw, oversensitive flesh of my c**t. My thighs quivered violently, torn between squeezing shut from the unbearable sensation and spreading wider to take more of it.
And then there was his c**k.
Heavy, thick, stretching my lips wide as he thrust deep into my mouth, shoving himself into my throat, pushing me past my limits. The veins along his shaft pulsed against my tongue, the head hitting the back of my throat wi
