Page 55 of Passion Island


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“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she deliriously muttered.

And then Roselle brushed her spot and Brenda mewled like an alley cat, heat splintering through the walls of her cunt. Pleasure soared between them, in between the whimsical splatter made by the waterfall, in between her oohs and his aahs; desire heightened within them as he filled her insides and made her come, come, come—hard and steady and fast, over and over and over.

Brenda’s eyes fluttered. She blinked. Then blinked again.

A large rainbow emerged as flaming, white-hot need erupted around them.

In between her moans and his groans, Brenda’s vision blurred. She’d lost count of the number of times she’d already come. And here she was—on the verge of another rippling orgasm.

“Oh God, yes. I’m coming,” she said in between heavy breaths.

“Come, then, baby.” Roselle pushed his middle finger into her ass, twisted his finger inside her warm tunnel. “I’m right there with you, baby.” His tempo increased, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

His loud growl matched her mewling, sending both of their arousal spiraling.

Brenda came.

Roselle came.

Slowly, the world around them changed colors.

And then disappeared.

Twenty

FKA twigs’ “How’s That” played softly in the background.

Candles of varying sizes flickered around the room.

The sultry aroma of lavender scented the air.

And there, behind a sliding wall, was a private suite. Surrounded by plush white leather and erotic sculptures made of alabaster and marble, it was where hidden truths and untold desires unfolded.

It was where Dr. Dangerfield had been for more than an hour.

With eager fingers and a buzzing clit wand.

Teasing herself.

Pleasuring herself.

Stroking through her folds.

Peeling back the silken petals of her cunt and loving herself.

She was so wet.

Her body was so hot.

It felt so . . . good—her hands, her fingers—touching herself.

Her pussy clenched and nipples tingled.

Her painted toes curled into the silken fibers of the rug beneath her feet.

Blood red.

Seductively, Dr. Dangerfield pulled in her bottom lip as she glanced up at the bank of monitors that covered a long wall on one side of the room.

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