“For being so insistent that you don’t like me, your pussy is absolutely soaked for me, princess.” I circle her clit, watching her face closely. I want to see every single reaction of hers. I’m desperate to commit them to memory, to remember that there was a point where she let me see her vulnerable like this. “Shut up,” Camille responds, the demand coming out breathy. I chuckle as I begin to slide my finger inside her.
