~HARRIET’S POV~
Words fail to provide assurance when the actions do not align with them. Even when he swears about the genuineness of his affection for me, I do not feel it in his approach.
“Now, be a good girl and let me have my way with you, my heart?” says Egon, shoving his hands inside my panties, pinching and rubbing everything that urges me to moan.
“This is more like it,” states a finally pleased Riley, satisfied from being permitted to extract pleasure from my body.
While his right hand continues to do its bidding inside my panties, his left hand reaches my breasts, pinching and fondling them. Being a creature led by simple pleasures, I am not able to deny myself the privilege of moaning.
“Ah, Riley!”
My moans become the confirmation he needs to continue, which I don’t pa
