Miss — Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-

She lifted her hand, letting the chain brush against Jace’s cheek, the metal cool against his skin. He inhaled sharply, a shiver traveling down his spine. “You’re in control,” he murmured, the words barely louder than a sigh.

“Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as a promise and a plea. Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-

She moved in close, the scent of her perfume—jasmine laced with amber—filling Jace’s nostrils. Her lips brushed his ear, hot breath tingling against his skin. “Tonight,” she murmured, “we’re going to explore every limit you’ve ever imagined.” She lifted her hand, letting the chain brush

With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid her hand between his thighs, feeling the heat of his desire. She slipped a finger, then two, into the heat of his arousal, each movement deliberate, each caress calculated to bring him higher. He groaned, his back arching against the couch, the chain pulling taut as his body reacted to her touch. “Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as

Jace watched, his own arousal evident in the way his breath came in shallow bursts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle tremor of her hips as she leaned forward, her lips parting just enough to whisper, “Do you trust me?”