And then his hands closed on her bottom, and she gasped and shivered. He massaged and stroked her still-tender buttocks, where pain lingered. She shook at the feel of his fingers, the slight pain and excitement rolling together, wetting her between her legs. And she wanted more.
While one hand teased her butt, his other wakened her p***y, sliding into her juices. He ran a gentle finger through her folds and up to play with her sensitive clit. She tried to wiggle, and his hand on her butt clamped down, held her in place. “Don’t move, little one.”
His finger slid across her p***y, firmly, then teasing flicks, and she could feel her clit swelling.
“Your sweet little clit is just like my c**k,” he murmured. “Soft until stroked, and now feel how it grows harder. Bigger.”
The merciless touch
