A warmth spread through my chest, memories of the masked man’s hand between my thighs. I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. I poured gin in my glass and swallowed it immediately.
“It's getting to you huh? Your cheek is flushed.” Brown observed and I turned and flashed a fake smile at him. Then I looked back at the scene zoning him out.
The girl's throat bop as she swallowed as his fingers reached the center, groping her slick cunt. “Hmm,” the man groaned, no pleasure, just plain.
The man's touch was rough, hurried, almost like he wanted this to end fast. His hand pressed against her c**t hard enough she let out a scream. A deep chuckle rumbled beside me. Brown was enjoying the show.
The Scarfaced man's eyes narrowed, a cruel edge tipping his lips. He grabbed her and pressed
