LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d touch me. You’d want me.”
“That means these nipples belong to me, don’t they?” He squeezes one roughly, sternly, and I whimper, but it breaks into a moan when he cups my core just as hard. “This pussy is mine, too. It’s my pussy, isn’t it?”
“Oh, fuck…”
“Language.”
“Mmm.”
“Answer me, Anastasia. Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”