Daisy
I sucked in a breath as his finger slipped into me, a moan almost rumbling from my lips. It felt so good having him touch me but it was risky. So damn risky.
Even the fact that he was here , sat at our table was a risk. My father would have questions if he found out and if he ever found out that I was being fingered under the table? He would kill me. And mason as well.
Or at least he would try in Masons case.
But I couldn’t push Masons hand away, all I could do was stare across the table at the three people deep in animated conversation and try and keep my face normal and my breathing even as he pumped his finger into my p***y.
I was already so turned on , it was getting harder and harder not to moan my appreciation to him. Or maybe climb on his lap and ride him like a jocke
