“A Non-Disclosure Agreement for the best f**k of my life?” I lick my lips, not sure I can go a day without telling everyone who cares to know that I f****d the best c**k.
“Miss Pamela…”
“Shhh,” my lips pout in a small smile. “What if I use something legit. More valid?”
His brows deepen in confusion.
“This,” I chew my bottom lip and part my legs.
My hand sweeps past my thighs and slides into my weak p***y. It’s wet. So wet. “Hmm,” I gulp dryly, loving the gentle touch of my hand on my aching skin.
“What are you doing?” Dr. Zack whispers. He pushes to the edge of the table, giving me the clue to stop messing around.
“Uhhh…” I sigh and let my finger scoop c*m from my throbbing p***y. I hum and suck my lips as I pull out my hand.
Full cream.
Slimy.
Thick.
“Here you go.” I press the
