Cum on the Street

Isabella carries that kind of beauty that stops strangers. When I set the wires on her she shook, so I handed her the dial. Let her climb the voltage at her own pace, thumb slipping against the knob while sparks crept through her thighs. Soon the fear edged over into heat, her breath coming in short pulls. I clipped a leash on her collar and took her outside. Pavement under her bare feet, streetlights washing her skin. A few steps and the charge licked deep. She folded at the waist, hips jerking, and the orgasm tore through her right there on the open sidewalk. No warning. Just a strangled cry and the wet sound of her coming where anyone could see.