Chapter XIII
"Maturing"
Part 34
“Let’s see how f***g tough your nut really is,” Kitty sneered, her voice dripping with derision, her injected lips curling into a smug, like sadistic smirk that dared Anna to even think about backing down. The strap-on hung between her legs with unapologetic swagger, obnoxiously swinging like it had its own filthy personality—loud, cocky, and absolutely commanding the room.
Anna’s throat bobbed as she swallowed, loud and deliberate, her cheeks flushed a telltale pink that screamed embarrassment—or maybe arousal. Fuck if she knew anymore. Her breath hitched, her manicured fingers hesitating for half a second before yanking down the flimsy scrap of her thong. Slowly, deliberately, she turned, arching her back just enough to present her silicone-stuffed ass like a goddamn centerpiece, the kind of obscene display that would make a priest weep.
“Well, well. There’s my good girl,” Kitty chirped, her voice dripping with even more sarcastic sweetness, like a mother praising a toddler for not shitting themselves. She didn’t waste a second. The lube bottle was already in her hand, the cold, wet squirt of it hitting the strap-on with almost pro efficiency. “A nutcracker for Annie,” she quipped, her slightly slurred voice carrying that playful, drunken edge as she smirked wider, her cheeks flushed with sparkling wine and horny glee.
“Medical studying wasn’t a total waste of time, huh?” she added with a dark chuckle, slicking the toy like she was prepping for surgery—except this procedure was about to break Anna in ways no fucking anatomy class could ever teach...