“Such a wet little pussy.” Ronan runs a knuckle down the back of my thigh. “Can I play with it, Justine? Is that what you want?” “Please!” Right now I’m too desperate to feel shy. I’m sure I’ll cringe about this in the morning. He tsks, skimming my pussy once again, refusing to touch me. “Use your words like a good girl. Tell me ‘Ronan, I need you to play with my pussy’.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight, unable to say the filthy words and look at him at once. “Ronan, I... need you to play with my pussy.” “Of course you do, needy girl. And that’s just what I’m going to do.” I’m expecting fingers.
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