“Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?” he asked. “Excuse me?” “I could tell how much you liked that nightstick in your pussy.” He pushed his hand between my thighs and stroked me. I moaned under his touch. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ash.” He slipped a finger into me. “So how do you think I should punish you?” There was only one answer. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
