“You naughty little brat,” he growls. “I want you to open those pretty thighs wide.” My breath catches, but I spread my legs until they tremble with the strain, imagining his hands holding me open. “Good girl. Now, show me how you cum while you’re fantasizing about me.” I lick my lips, feeling so exposed, lying on my bed displaying my drenched pussy. Anyone could walk in right now and see me, as I can’t remember locking the door. The thought of getting caught makes my heart skip, and I rub harder, faster as though tempting fate.
