97. Stretch that pússy

JEREMIAH

I smiled to myself when I watched her lips make an O as she slipped a finger inside her pussy and encountered her arousal. Her hand faltered and she started to close her knees.

But I was undeterred and on a mission. I straightened my leg out and pushed my foot between her knees to spread them further apart. I said, “Make it two— scratch that, slide three fingers in. Stretch that pussy.” When her brows furrowed, I said, “You have been taking Lachlan’s cock, you can take three of your dainty little fingers.”

And when she finally slid three fingers into herself, her head tilted back slightly, lips trembling.

My cock pulsed. I watched her push her fingers in and out, slowly, hesitantly, like every movement was an act of treason against her pride.

And this time it wasn’t my doing… not entirely. She was getting wet because despite what she said, she liked when I am in control and she’s being humiliated in the right way. Like I said, her body remembered me even when she forgot it.