Chapter 43
Amber Whyte.
In no time, my arms were apart.
I felt them undid their trousers. It stopped mid-way on their thighs.
Then that familiar slap. Again.
Flesh against flesh.
Meat against meat. Skin against skin.
My cunt throbbed.
I felt it spray my inner thighs with juices.
Juices I wanted Elion to suck dry.
From the corner of my eye, I peeked.
Just like I expected.
Heavy-duty machines, pulsing like they had a second heartbeat, plastered with thick veins, stretched to an impossible size. Fat. Thick. Scary.
The caps nodded like they were in agreement on destroying every opening in my body.
But I wasn't afraid. Because I wanted to be destroyed.
Something dropped heavily in the pit of my stomach.
Maybe excitement, maybe anxiety, maybe hunger.
Kieran and Eli
