Again, I wonder if she’s going to fight me. But once again, the surprise hits me when she just smiles, takes her fingers out of her pussy, and licks them clean, eyes locked on me. If she were mine, I’d punish her. If she were mine, I’d tell her she knows damn well that’s my job. Something tells me that if she were mine, she’d do it anyway, the same smirk playing on her face.
