In some ways, m**********n was another experience from being f****d, because this process required more effort and exposure of that side of her to him.
"Do not make me repeat myself," he warned with his voice dropping in a threatening way. "You will get ten seconds to change your mind or I will take control of your actions."
The panic flooded through her, and with it came all the strength she did not realize she had. She opened her fingers and pressed her middle finger against her c******s; the electrical shock traveled straight to her pelvis. It hurts, burning and painful. Under it is the flame of passion, which is not yet quenched.
She started to move her fingers.
The circles were awkward and jerky as her body protested to the movement.
"Good girl," Hartwell murmured, watching her h
