The Taste of Submission
My pussy felt swollen and slick now, the ache building with every word I read out loud.
He watched me like a predator studying every reaction, the way my breath hitched, the way my nipples popped visible against my shirt.
"Very good," his voice dropped lower, raspier now. "Now, touch your neck, Lana. Let your finger brush under your jaw while you tell me how wet your little pussy is getting from reading about me breeding that shy girl."
"He said. With a smile at the corner of his lips."