They went two more rounds of the game until the bottle finally pointed at Alex, Phil’s girlfriend, immediately it landed on her, she raised her gaze to meet her boyfriend, who had slept with someone else in her presence.
Maybe not slept with.
But f****d.
Her right hand traveled down the smooth surface of her belly and slipped underneath her skirt waistband to push it out of the way. She was not wearing any underwear. For a split second, her wet lips met the cool air of the room before her fingers made contact. She let out a gasp of surprise as her middle finger touched her hard c**t. She wasn’t in a hurry; this was a show, a ritual.
Revenge.
And she did not care about the timer here.
She knew her way around her own orgasm and she could easily c*m in three seconds if she touched that
