Belle wrapped her legs around my waist and her ankles locked behind my back. The new angle let me hit a spot inside her that made her vocabulary reduce to a single syllable repeated at increasing volume and decreasing coherence. Her inner walls squeezed rhythmically around me, working the shaft with contractions that threatened to end this whole operation earlier than planned.
I reached between us and found her clit with my thumb. Three circles. A press. Two more circles. The specific combination I'd documented during our first session in the Sanctum when Belle had been angry and resistant and fully clothed until she wasn't.
