“You’re such a vixen, Noelle,” he said, fondling me a little harder as I clasped one hand over my mouth to stop myself from moaning as he rubbed over me. “My sweet temptress. So naughty.” “Yes,” I agreed, gasping as he pushed the cotton aside and thrust two fingers inside of me. “You know what bad girls get, Noelle?” I couldn’t help it—I whimpered. The pressure he was creating was too good, but I needed more. “They get punished. Would you like that, hm? My little
