Lana’s Point of View
“You’re really a girl, aren’t you?” Fascination laced in his piercing blue gaze, as his fingers fumbled through the material of my trousers, the touch sent sparks through my body. I flinched hard in surprise and hoped he didn’t notice the pad I was wearing.
My cheeks burned bright, unable to speak or resist the building temptation and passion.
“What do you think people will say if they find out that you don’t have a d**k?” Christian asked curiously, his voice low and seductive as he pressed his hands against my crotch again, feeling the unfamiliar emptiness, and a devilish smirk lined his mouth.
“What will they say if they ever find out that you have such voluptuous breasts tucked away?” A strangled moan escaped me when his hands slipped into my shirt, his fingers
