Sheila gasped out in shock, eyes wide in awe as those words filtered out of Arthur's lips, rawly. Before she could even move, she felt his finger, sliding into something, her hair!!
Her damn hair!!!
Arthur smirked, then leaned in, “What were you thinking?” he scowled, his fingers moving softly in her hair.
“That I was going to finger your p***y?” he whispered and Sheila choked on nothing, heavy beads of sweat suddenly overpowering her.
How could one be so damn raw? Spewing words without a blink or even a stutter?
Sheila was still lost in thought when Arthur's finger moved again in her hair, sending a tingling sensation across her system. She jerked, clenching her teeth as Arthur fingered her hair—softly, carefully, his fingers moving soothingly in her hair.
Sheila stifled in a moan,
