Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation)
I climbed onto the mattress, crawling toward her until I was right beside her.
"Mummy?" I tried again, my voice softer, pleading. "Mummy, talk to me. Why are you being like this?"
Still nothing. She reached for a glass of wine on the nightstand, acting like I was a ghost. That was it. I snapped. I lunged forward, my hand diving under her silk robe to grab her crotch with a firm, punishing grip.
"I’m talking to you, you stupid bitch!" I hissed.
Rachel’s eyes snapped wide, the wine glass nearly slipping from her hand. She was completely shocked, her mouth dropping open in a silent gasp. Before she could even process the insult, I pressed my palm hard against her clit, grinding my hand into her