“This cock is yours.” He pushes my skirt up and rips my panties. “And this pussy is mine. My exclusive property.” “Screw you,” I shoot back. “Say what you like, but your body doesn’t lie.” He runs a finger down my folds and shows me the glistening liquid. The triumph blazing his eyes doesn’t do anything to help rebuild my filter. Everything spills out, uncensored. “So what if my body’s slutty? Do you think that means anything?” “It means you’re my slut. My wife.”
