Marius is wrong. I hate being called filthy names, yet why did I have such a strong reaction? “Dirty girl,” he drawls, and the sound goes straight to my clit. The finger circling it quickens, bears down with more pressure, and I groan. “What kind of fucktoy displays her bare cunt to a man she’s only just met?” A needy moan escapes my lips. I rub my clit with tighter circles. It’s not the words that arouse me, it’s the way he says them. Like he approves wholeheartedly of what I’m doing.
