She knows me. She knows that one of my fingers inside her makes her moan, two make her whimper, and three make her breathless. She knows that my hand wraps perfectly around her throat, leaves the most addicting marks on her ass. She knows the way my tongue tastes after it’s been soaked in her. She knows the shape of my cock, and the home it carved out in her tight, wet pussy. She knows me. So why is she acting like she couldn’t possibly care less?
