Jenny is always beautiful. Miles tells her all the time, just to watch the way she turns pink.

But she's especially stunning like this, gasping, sweating, tears beating on her lash line she pouts trying to crawl

away from Cole and towards Miles one hand reaching out but Cole gets his hands on

her hips and tugs her back while Miles keeps the remote out of her reach, thumb pressing

down on the speed button to rocket the vibrations up.

G-sung wails, head thrown back against Cole's shoulder, her fists thumping down on their

mattress.

Fuck.

She manages to get the word out, but just barely.

So Miles turns the vibe back down to a low buzz, just enough to keep her on edge.

You're so fucking mean, Miles raises an eyebrow.

I seem to remember you asking for this, princess. Jenny twitches at the pet

name, her bangs falling into her eyes, her mouth in a pout. Her hair was a wreck, all from thrashing

around. Cole's hands slide up from Jenny's hips, under the hem of the two big shirt she's wearing.

Up, up.

Miles can see the shape of his fingers through the threadbare fabric,

watches as he cups Jenny's perfect tits,

and watches the way Jenny melts back against him with a little sigh.

Watches her remember that she was in the middle of yelling at Miles,

her eyes snapping back open when he turns the tempo up to a stronger setting again.

I didn't ask to be tortured. I asked for...

Cole pinched one of her nipples, and she squeaks, her whole body jerking in his hold.

...