“You told me you wanted to be obsessed over?” He rips my underwear off and tosses them beside me. “That you wanted to be possessed?” “I want to be fucked, Lorenzo. Does that answer your question? Or do you want me to go into heavy detail about how I want you to fuck me so hard that my sore pussy will think of you all day tomorrow?” He nudges my legs father apart with a smirk, and I shiver. “If you’re not thinking of me all week, then I didn’t do my job right.” Oh. I like the sound of that even better.
