“Don’t you dare,” Vic says, moving my legs, which were trying to cross, to hide myself. “Don’t you dare try to hide this from me. Right now, this pussy is mine.” His words have me clenching, a small mewl working from my throat. “Ahh, seems my girl likes words,” he says, and I’d be embarrassed, probably blush, or maybe even try to sit up, except his hand is further parting my legs, giving him room, and his hand is running up my thigh, using his thumb to part me. “She likes to read; she likes my words. Perfect.” That thumb moves up my slit, exposing me to his watchful eye. “Jesus, look at you.
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