CYNTHIA
She was angry, and I couldn’t blame her after the trick I pulled with that driver. Now I was under her, being roughed up a bit and I had to say, I was nervous and excited at the same time.
She nipped at my neck and her hand traveled under my dress, finding the fabric of my thongs and pulling it aside to touch me.
“Bea, don’t…”
“Quiet. I don’t want to hear anything coming from your mouth. Unless they’re your moans,” she warned, rubbing my clit and making me wet. She proceeded to put a finger inside me as I arched my back, giving her more access to myself.
She pulled the bandana off one-handed as she kept pushing her digits in me, letting her hair loose while doing the same with mine, spreading my own all over my shoulders and pillows.
“You look even more be
