She bites down on her bleeding lip, and her gaze narrows as she stares at my cock. “I don’t want this, and I don’t want you.” Her small, delicate hands trail across my muscular thighs, heading for my cock, and it twitches inside the confined space. I can feel beads of precum slipping down my slit, and coating me, and the cheap fabric. “Keep lying to yourself all you want, Doctor. It won’t change our ending. You belong to me, and you always will.”
