Vincent quickly separates himself from me when the elevator opens and reveals a man in front of us.
He clears his throat as the man proceeds to walk inside the elevator. And when his back is on us, Vincent looks at me naughtily with a small smirk formed by his lips.
Judging by his looks, he doesn't seem like he just finger-f****d me and did it smoothly and confidently. I can't think of the exact reason why, but there is something about men that feels like a natural skill when it comes to wanting to touch women. It's like, it's a part of their nature to be an expert towards it. They know what to do and they know how to do it.
I mean, some men out there can't even find the right habit that they're good at, but extremely skillful when it comes to romancing a woman.
I guess they're all jus
