“You aren’t ready for me, Tink.” Krew punctuates his claim with a nip to my ear, making me jump from the slight sting. “I’m not soft or sweet like my brother. I fuck. I’ll push you, test your limits until you’re crying, begging me to make you come. I won’t treat you like you’re fragile, because you fucking aren’t. Until you’re absolutely positive you want what I’m offering, I need you to stop moving your tight little ass over my cock.”
