The last button surrendered to his clever fingers, leaving her covered only by a thin undershirt. Leontios cupped her breasts in his hands. “I know of this membrane, yes. It is very stretchy and, for most women, is easily circumvented with neither pain nor blood. Only a clumsy, skill-less lover would do such harm. Has it become common for men to selfishly take pleasure from women without pleasing them in return?”
Violet gulped and then sighed as Leontios began thumbing her n*****s. Warmth streaked to her womanhood, wetting and swelling the tissues. “I think that’s likely,” she admitted. “At least the men I have known, men who want to own me, think that this…” she moaned, unable to contain the sound as he gently gripped one tender peak in each hand, rolling the sensitive nubs. “That this i
