Bare. Blushed. Buzzing from every stroke of her firm grip on my aching cock.

Sat behind me, the fingertip graze against my glans casts spells up my spine and out to my curled toes, blurring my vision, furrowing my brow.

Spells strengthened by the magic of having my hole stretched with a strap-on. Pronounced veins and deliberate ridges punctuated by the jiggle of the wearer’s breasts as they fuck me into oblivion.

It’s lustful bliss. Edged hell. It’s all I can do to hold onto my sanity as I’m sandwiched between two dominant women and their amusement. I am skewered.