“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers against my lips, and the praise makes me melt. It makes me grind into his palm, desperate for more. “You’re going to come on my hand, aren’t you, Lacey girl? Then we’ll sit next to our friends and they’ll have no idea I stretched you out. They won’t know I filled your pussy with my fingers to get you ready for my cock. You’re going to be begging me for it, aren’t you? Fucking dripping for it.”
