“Such a good fucking girl, Alice. You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against me as I whine, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I ache to pull my thighs together. Unable to resist, I close my legs, but his eyes catch the movement, and he wrenches me apart with his strong hands. Before I know it, he’s yanked my dress up so the cloth barely covers my pussy, and his palm strikes the inside of my thigh. I yelp at the sting, lurching forward as much as the seatbelt will allow. “If I say spread your legs, you keep them open, da?” Whimpering, I nod quickly, hands clutching the armrests.
