She is mine, Lindsey teased herself, salivating. Press a little harder and she’ll open up like an orchid blossom. And there won’t be a thing she can do. Lindsey could almost imagine how it would feel, the puckered flesh expanding like the lips of a guppy to encircle the tip of her greasy index finger, gripping like an infant’s insistent grasp.
Time was frozen, just for an instant. Shayla lay still, suspended. Waiting. Lindsey savored the anticipation; tightening the circles, her finger working into the softness. And then, without a hint of warning, the euphoria evaporated. Lindsey saw herself from the doorway; looking in like a spectator to a dirty s*x show. Like a soaring bird, shot from the sky, Lindsey landed hard. A cold breeze pushed up from the valley, chilling her sweaty back, shou
