She moaned at his statement, but her moan did not come out loud, her panties were holding her voice.
“How old are you?” he asked, his eyes still trained on hers.
“Eighteen,” she replied, stopping her finger movements.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered harshly.
Quin looked at him surprisingly before she continued, she was on the verge of giving herself an orgasm.
“If you dare to c*m, you would be punished,” he said harshly again.
She glared at him while she was making round circles on her nub. She fastened her pace. "I love to be punished,” she retaliated, driving her fingers back into her tight cunt, going in and out at a fast pace while trying to reach that nub hidden inside of her.
“When I talk to you, your response should always have a 'sir' in it. Anytime you are talking to me, always ad
