I find the slit in her dress with my hand while the other digs into her nape. “Tell me to stop, princess,” I say raggedly, my movements becoming more heated and demanding while I hurriedly push her dress up higher. “Tell me you don’t want this.” Sliding my palm over the fabric of her panties, I add, “Tell me you don’t want my fingers inside your cunt, while your piece of shit boyfriend is within earshot.”
