“That’s it. Relax.” His hand moves down, finds my clit. I take another long breath, and the burn starts to fade. “That’s okay.” “Yeah?” “Mhm. You’re bigger than that vibrator, though.” He groans. It’s a guttural sound, half buried in his throat. “Yes. But it’s good practice. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Can you practice?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I can do that.”
