22. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
"You bastard, you're hurting me." She cursed,
Arching his brow in question, he leaned his weight on one hand while his finger slid against her wet folds, circling her c**t in slow motions.
"Oh really? Is that why you're not even wet in the slightest? Like a f*****g dry well." He uttered, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he watched her face contort in pleasure.
"Don't shove your d**k in there without a condom because I won't get knocked up for a criminal." She spat, and he withdrew his finger from her folds, a disappointed hiss escaping her lips at his motion.
When she realized it, she screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment while the corner of his mouth lifted in mild amusement.
"If you read the contract right like you were supposed to,
