Scarlet's POV
I laid back on my bed, my body writhing in pleasure as the lifelike doll of Keith worked its magic between my thighs. Its tongue was relentless, flicking and probing my pussy with expert precision, and I moaned loudly, my head thrown back against the pillows.
My legs were wrapped tightly around its shoulders, pulling it closer, deeper, as I added my own fingers to the mix, fucking myself harder, faster.
Oh, yes. This was exactly what I needed.
Carson had come through for me again, as always. The news he'd brought was delicious—Eleanor, that pathetic little wolf, had gone to a male stripper club. I didn't care why. All I cared about was how I could use it to my advantage.
And oh, I had used it so well.
