“Playing with yourself?” He’s teasing me, soothing the burn of shame a bit because I can tell that he likes it. “Isn’t that right? Getting this pretty pussy ready for me.” “Oh, fuck,” I breathe through my nose, biting my lip so I shut up. I know he’s making fun of me for the bullshit I said a few minutes ago, but I don’t know why I’m so willing to roll with it. I might even be enjoying it, just a little. He’s definitely enjoying it. He likes the idea of me stuffing my hole, but knowing that doesn’t fully get rid of the humiliation.
