Phei positioned Maddie in the center of the midnight silk, her back propped against the mountain of pillows, thighs shoved wide open and pinned brutally apart by his iron grip. The cameras' red lights blinked steady—cold, unblinking voyeurs drinking in every filthy detail of her complete, shameless exposure.
She was drenched. Utterly ruined before he'd even entered her. Her virgin cunt flushed a deep, desperate rose, outer lips swollen fat and peeled back like ripe fruit split open, inner petals delicate and quivering, coated in thick, creamy arousal that oozed in slow, obscene rivulets.
The slick ran in shining trails down her perineum, circled the tight pink pucker of her asshole, then soaked dark, wet circles into the silk beneath her ass.
Her clit stood proud—swollen fat, a glossy pink pearl fully escaped from its hood, throbbing visibly with every ragged breath, jerking like a tiny heartbeat begging to be crushed under his tongue or his thumb.
