I f*****g hate those lacy little scraps, I thought murderously as my eyes darted between her legs where a pair of lacy panties clung to her curves. They were just enough to cover her p***y lips, and it was killing me.
I wondered if I could convince her that she needed to take those off, too. I wanted to make sure I was thorough in getting every one of her cuts...
“Are you going to clean me up?” she demanded. She was trying to sound lofty, I thought, but her words came out too low, too breathy.
My eyes flashed with heat. Clean her up? Oh, no, I wanted to dirty her up. I wanted to make a f*****g mess of her. But instead of saying that, I grabbed the bottle of alcohol and the cotton balls again. I soaked one and started dabbing at her right arm first. I went over the cuts quickly, mostly c
