“Whh— What? I— No…. I was just—” Darrel’s chest pressed into my back as he got closer to me, carrying my limp body as if I weighed less than a paper.
I could almost feel the smirk in his voice even before I saw it, I could feel his b***r poking me, and the thought of taking that huge c**k sent chills down my spine.
Why the f**k am I trying to act like I didn’t want them to f**k? Why am I acting like Benjamin hadn’t been right when he said I was happy to be used as their blowup doll?
Was it the way he said it? Was it the fact that he’d been right that had gotten me half-pissed and mostly aroused?
I felt a huge bile at the back of my throat and it took way more than the amount of saliva that I usually swallow to get it to be forced down to my stomach where it belonged.
“Now. Now, dear,
