Pansy Parkinson Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eason's grip on my hand tightened at the sight of them; I soothed him with a smile. "Why did you run away from home again, Alessa? Do you know how much you made us worry?" Dad made a show of wanting to hug me, but Eason stopped him. "Don't touch her!" he snapped. There was a smile on Dad's face, but his gaze was ice cold. He turned to the policeman and said, "This is all a misunderstanding, officer. My daughter has a serious mental condition and hallucinates about me and her mother torturing her. Look, this is her medical record."

he said. My hands shook as I gathered the hem and pulled it up over my hips. The fabric bunched at my waist, exposing me completely. No panties meant nothing to hide the way my pussy was already glistening, lips swollen and slick from the walk across the site and the weight of all those eyes. He stared for a long moment, then reached down and palmed himself through his pants. “Fuck. Look at you. Dripping just from walking in here like that.” “I couldn’t help it,” I whispered. “The way they looked at me. Knowing you were watching too.”