Her touch was feather-light as her fingers stroked upward, smearing precum leaking from the head or his cock down his shaft when her hand descended again. Tempting as it was to tease him further, she offered him a brief reprieve so she could scoot upward and align herself, the head of his cock easily pressed inside her when she lowered herself down; slick and aroused and wanting.

The toy was flipped to full vibration as she eased herself down, enveloping him in that warmth he knew so well now. Night Sky curled a finger into the ring of his collar and pulled it tight. "You love being my little fucktoy, don't you, baby."