9. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk
Her cheeks burned so hard that she looked anywhere but at him.
"Give them back. I'm cold." She lied.
Even as her walls clenched tightly, she pressed her thighs together for the sake of her dignity.
If it was the last thing the heavens did for her, she inwardly begged them to stop her c*m from dripping on the floor.
"You were wet for me? For a kidnapper." He repeated the term she used for him, his palm splaying at the low of her back while her gaze remained averted.
"In your dreams." She retorted, wriggling from his hold but to no avail as his grip around her grew firmer.
"Thirteen, fourteen. At this point I might stop counting and give you the befitting punishment I have in mind." He said.
Glaring at him, she tried to look neutral
