His Fake Fiancee
Holding back a protest, I return my hands to my pussy, the flesh slippery beneath my fingers as I spread my skin.
"Wider." His voice is an intoxicating growl, luring me to obey. "Good girl. Hold it there for me... Yes, just like that. You're so puffy, so needy for me, aren't you?"
From his stare alone, a whimper flutters up my throat as the water cascades down my clit in torturous waves. His hand clutches the back of my neck, angling me to look up at him. With his chin standing taller than the top of my head, his eyes crane downward to look at me, dots of water highlighting his devastatingly handsome features. "Where do you masturbate, Hannah?"