Swallowing hard, I shook my head to clear my thoughts and grabbed the pineapple, pushing into my panties before scrunching my face up. “Did you just push pineapple into your pussy?” he asked, leaning against the door, studying me through heated eyes. “Did it work?” I demanded not bothering to deliberate at where I’d placed it, which wasn’t inside of my body—because that would be nasty. “No, not at all,” he confirmed huskily.
