“Do you know what I think?” He growls, plunging back into me with a third finger, making me squeal and open my legs wider, instinctively trying to make room for him. “I think you're going to be spreading your legs for me morning, noon, and night, begging for this. How would that make those little shits who tried this before me feel? Knowing an old man gets to enjoy what a desperate, horny little thing you are? To know I'm the only one who makes you come? Fuck, you're so wet for me. This pussy is going to feel so tight when it's wrapped around my fat dick.”
