“Fine. Fine, your voice did me in,” she admitted finally. “Hmmm,” I murmured, gently pushing my finger back into her pussy. “You like my voice, and my hand. For a girl who claims she hates me, you seem to like a lot of things about me.” “Just your hand and your voice. Everything else about you…I hate it.” Pressing my free hand against her back, I flipped her under me again. “Hate is a very strong emotion, Lucy. And you know what they say about love and hate: it’d be so easy for you to tip over that edge into love.”
