Chapter Nineteen
“Oh God... Oh God. Stop...” Taz cried out. But Rachel had no such intentions. She pushed harder and gave the steel plug a savage twist. The angle was all different now and the knob swept across a wide arc inside, stretching and pulling at the tissues. The feeling was intense, far too intense, and Taz fought the scream that was locked in her chest. She grabbed handfuls of the sofa cushions and gritting her teeth, she buried her face.
Rachel laughed. Abruptly tore the appliance out of Taz’s rectum, changed the angle of attack again, and punched it straight back into the bruised bowel. Taz fell forward. Rachel’s fingers seemed to be everywhere; in her v****a, up her rectum, and plucking at her c******s; followed by a contraction that was more like a seizure.
“No more,” Taz
