His fingers went into my short, and pressed against firm, and possessively pressed against my p***y.
The whole of my body jolted immediately and my head spun in circles immediately I felt that contact. But—
I wasn’t wet. Yet.
I was too anxious to even get wet at the moment.
He kept his hand there, and kept his eyes locked his eyes on mine, making me hold his gaze while he felt my pulsing p***y.
“You’re not wet,” he said with that law dark voice.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn't even nod.
His fingers pressed on again, harder this time, hard but obviously avoiding going inside of me.
“You will be.” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, and his breath was f*****g hot. "You'll be. You'll be when you watch me f**k her. You’re going went wet so much you'll drench this short. You're not eve
