Chapter Six
“Open your mouth. It will be your cunt for the next hour.” She lay bound to a bed, her head slightly c****d back, her body crotch high to the average man. And now Friedrich’s face was inches from hers, his lips so close that she could feel his warm breath as he spoke, but just far enough away that she couldn’t meet his lips with her hungering mouth. “Did you learn then to take it to the back of your throat?” he asked—rhetorically since he backed away not waiting for her answer. “I wonder if face-f*****g makes your p***y wet,” he added with knowing amusement. “But then, of course, you’re already dripping so much I’m going to have to scrub the place down when you leave.”
It was the simple sort of mockery that fed her lust and made her want him. But it wasn’t Friedrich who would
