I lift her skirt and shove her underwear to the side. “Just how wet are you, Blake?” I ask, running my fingers over her pussy. “So wet,” she moans. I push a finger into her, and she’s not lying. “For who?” I ask. “You.” She wiggles her shoulders, trying to relieve her hands restrained behind her back. “Whose girl are you?” I ask, shoving another one into her. She gasps, her tits bouncing at the motion while she spreads her legs farther apart for me. “Yours.” “Mine,” I remind her as I start finger-fucking her while she sits in the passenger seat of my car.
