She grinds and backs into the pink toy, making me grin. “The things you crave go much deeper than you let on. And at the bottom, you want to be degraded and praised and used. It's as if you want to bring me to my knees—well guess what, Sunshine? You fucking do.” Another slap. She groans, it’s desperate and aggressive. Her thighs shake against my sides. “You poor thing, never having anyone fuck you like the dirty girl you are . . . I’ll take good care of you.”
