“Ouch! You damn beast!” I screamed in discomfort.
"Who exactly is at fault here? Who was it that was begging and pleading for me to 'f**k me harder and faster' just a little while ago?" Karl mimicked my voice in a high-pitched, mocking tone as he gently stroked my flushed cheeks with the backs of his fingers.
His touch felt simultaneously soothing yet ignited sparks of arousal low in my belly.
My face burned even hotter with embarrassment at being so brazenly called out on my wanton behavior from earlier.
I could feel the blush spreading down my neck and across my chest. "Okay, okay, let's just move on from that. I really need to take a shower and get cleaned up. Can you please hand me your shirt?" I asked, desperately trying to change the subject and regain some semblance of modest
