My hands shook as I obeyed, sliding my fingers between my legs. The second my fingers brushed my swollen clìt, I almost sobbed. I was drenched, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.
“Wider,” he snapped. “Let me see it cry for what it threw away.”
Humiliation scorched every inch of my skin, but I still spread my knees wider, wider than he even asked, until the torn panties gaped open and cool air licked my soaked püssy. Jared’s eyes dropped between my legs and stayed there. I hated him. I hated myself more for what I did next.
My trembling fingers slid down, two of them plunging straight into my dripping hole with a wet sound I couldn’t hide. I fücked myself hard, fast, and desperate. My hips jerked off the floor to meet every thrüst of my own hand.
Wetness coated my fingers, ran
