With a metal speculum spreading my v****a lips apart, I lay back on the bed the next morning, completely tense and beyond nervous for what Ichika was about to shove up into my uterus. While Mr. Avery had been deep inside me yesterday, I hadn’t felt this kind of pressure.
this The bad kind.
“Relax, Sakura,” my cousin said, gently patting my knees. “This might hurt a little.”
“That is such a contradiction,” I whimpered, grasping the bedsheets tightly in my fists.
“If you weren’t a slut yesterday, we could’ve gotten you on something easier, like the pill.”
I scrunched my nose and stared up at the ceiling. “I was not a slut.”
She giggled and moved her fingers up my thigh, preparing me mentally for when she’d thrust an IUD deep into my p***y, which would stay there for, like, seven years.
