Fight Dirty
“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.”
“This is what you want.”
He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.”
With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.
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