Chapter Thirteen
I start stroking her p***y again over her panties and she inhales instead, trying to move toward my hand.
“This is your cunt, sweetie, and it needs to stay happy. It needs to be licked and kissed and petted. Doesn’t it ache now? Doesn’t it need something?”
I see the moment she decides to play along with my little teacher game—a flash of thought, chased by an eager bite of her lip. She nods at my question, parting her legs even farther.
My fingers slide up the silk-covered folds to the swollen tip of her c**t, which I then give a firm circle. Her back bows off the cushions as her mouth gapes in a silent moan.
“This is your pretty little c**t, isn’t it?” I say, circling it with the kind of pressure that sends her toes curling. “It needs to be played with when it g
