victoria coming to work with a bullet up her cunt and the control is with cassie who, when she’s busy—and she makes sure that she is—passes the controller to trinity or, and this one’s recent, baran.
victoria starts figuring out who has the controller with the way that they play with the settings. cassie likes to keep her guessing, never one to stick with a consistent hum of intensity. trinity likes her squeezing her thighs close and doubled over in her pleasure, unable to even pretend that she isn’t close to her orgasm when the bullet’s pressing into the parts that make her blood sing. baran? baran likes it slow. teasing. torturous. she’ll make victoria go through the whole day feeling the thrum so quietly that there are times that victoria will even forget that she’s stuffed, only for baran to crank it up to the highest setting just before the day ends and when victoria’s guard is at its weakest.
