“Zeke! I can do that, please …” He pulls the tampon from the wrapper, and my cheeks burn hotter. He looks up at me, eyes full of deviance and amusement. “I’ve already had my fingers, my tongue, and my cock inside your pussy, buttercup. Why are you all coy about me inserting a tampon?” With that, he pushes it inside me with one thick finger, and my eyes roll back in my head. That should not be hot!
