REINA
The moment the car pulled away from the restaurant curb, the silver balls shifted again—deep, rolling, relentless—and I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped me.
It started as a soft gasp, then turned into a broken whimper when Domenico hit a small dip in the road.
The inner weights tumbled hard against my G-spot, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight through my core. My thighs clamped together instinctively, but that only made it worse—the pressure intensified, the cord tugged lightly against my c**t, and another whimper slipped out, louder this time.
Domenico’s head snapped toward me.
His eyes darkened instantly.
“Princess,” he said, voice low and thick, “you’re falling apart already.”
I nodded, biting my lip so hard I tasted copper. “They’re… they’re moving too much
