"You fight me, little temptress, but your body knows what it wants. You’re too wet for me. I bet you can’t wait until I reward this rebellious cunt with my c**k, but naughty girls like you have to wait," he mused, and I scowled back at him.
His fingers continued to probe my folds, carelessly gliding across my damp skin.
"You enjoy my touches on you here. Every time I go close to your greedy c**t, I can feel your body tense with pleasure," he continued, and I whimpered subtly in shame.
He gently stroked my weak bud before slowly circling it and making fun of me. I jerked in an attempt to escape being touched, but it was ineffective. He was free to take me as he saw fit.
He tortured me as his fingers worked slowly and methodically. I wasn't prepared for how my body responded to his touch
