Page 38 of The Thorne at My Side

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Fuck me.

DCFox:Are you going to use your fingers? Or a toy?

TalkShopGirl:Fingers.

DCFox:Lick them and run your hand down your body. Circle your nipples. I bet they’re fucking perfect, aren’t they?

TalkShopGirl:What are you going to do?

DCFox:Try not to come, yet.

TalkShopGirl:Circle your nipples too.

DCFox:Yes ma’am.

I’m not worried about our chemistry anymore. Not one bit. TalkShopGirl is right there with me.

TalkShopGirl:Would we fuck slowly in bed or hard and fast over a desk?

Stars dance in my vision as I try to catch up.

DCFox:Whatever my dirty girl wants, she gets.

TalkShopGirl:Desk.

DCFox:You’re perched on the edge for me.

I fist my cock roughly and after a few strokes of self-loathing I give in. All I picture is Maggie. She's sitting on her desk with her legs open for me. Leaning back on her elbows and the smile on her faceis powerful and dirty.

I’ll never tell TalkShopGirl that I pictured another woman while we shared this. It isn’t cheating but it doesn’t feel exactly right either..

TalkShopGirl:In nothing but my black heels.

I groan out loud.

DCFox:I’d sling those heels over my shoulder and taste you.

DCFox:A long lick stopping right at your clit.

TalkShopGirl:Yes.

DCFox:Where are your hands?

TalkShopGirl:On my tits, scraping through your hair.

TalkShopGirl:Right now? I’m two knuckles deep inside myself.

DCFox:One finger or two?

TalkShopGirl:One

DCFox:Add another.

I stroke myself as I picture Maggie going two fingers deep on herself. I can feel her heat on my own hand as I force myself to breathe. The intensity of this moment we’re sharing is overwhelming.

TalkShopGirl:I’m close.

DCFox:Me too.

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