She doesn’t answer. Her wide eyes just search mine while her breathing picks up. She knows I’m not joking. I never do when it comes to Raylee.
“See…” I drop my hands to the hem of her short dress. Slowly, I pull it up, letting my knuckles graze her skin in the process. Once it gets to her waist, I let go and push her thong to the side, running my fingers over her p***y. She’s wet and makes no attempt to stop me. “I think you want me to degrade you and show them what a filthy slut you are.” I had Finn shorten that video before posting it online. It was only ten seconds long of her on her knees in the formal dining room sucking my d**k.
These men and women here have no idea just how dirty she likes it.
“Colt,” she whimpers my name, her heavy eyes falling shut once again.
I push a finger
