The fear on my little bird's face could only make my blood roar with excitement.
It had been a while since I felt this way.
If it were someone else, I'd be ninety-nine per cent sure I would've thrown her out of the window for there was very little patience I could spend. Such was the state of my c**k that had, once again, crossed the impulse control red line. Her tear-stained red face was more exciting than any woman I have ever f****d.
And the reason was nothing more than making her c*m on my fingers unwillingly.
I stripped her of control she never had to begin with.
It was the first time I felt such blasphemous monotony shattered by the sight of someone's tears. The way she pressed herself against the car window as if it could somehow save her from me, was enticing beyond measure.
