Abigail Loves Romi

Romi Rain’s voice stays low, almost casual, until the words turn filthy. "I’ve never taken a girl’s ass before. Never really gotten knuckles-deep in one either." She pauses, lips curving. "Then Abigail Mac asked me to break her in. The Italian girl I shot my very first girl-girl with—she was new then too. Ever since, every time we touch it feels like settling a score. I go rough. She answers with soft sighs that flip into growls if you bait her right. She wants my handprint on her cheek. Wants my spit running down her slit, warm and slick. Wants my tongue shoved past her teeth so she can moan right into my mouth. When she begged for anal, I didn’t hesitate. Told her I’d wreck her, not romance her, and she shivered like she’d been waiting all year. Now the plan is simple: sit on her face, grind until her tongue can’t reach air, stretch that virgin ring with two greedy fingers until she comes around them, then feed her every drop of slick she makes while I do it. She’ll leave with a smile wider than the marks on her hips, and I’ll leave knowing the prettiest little scream I ever swallowed came from between those perfect cheeks."