Once again worried I’d hurt her, I stopped immediately, my finger hovering over the swollen pink spot. Shocked, I watched as Abby rolled her hips, urging her cunt back into contact with my hand. “No. Not scar tissue,” she panted. “That’s a part of human anatomy. It’s supposed to be there.” “Oh,” I rasped weakly, entranced by the movement of her hips as she ground herself against my finger. “It feels really, really good,” she said. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.” Want to? Want to? I’d let a hok drag me to my death before I stopped touching her.
Pls no she just had birth uvgh
