“Wha— What was the thing— question?” Benito fisted my cock, driving me insane. “Did you let him see you in your panties?” I shook my head. His hand tightened around my cock. “I need verbal answers only.” “No.” It sounded strangled to my own ears. “Good.” Benito’s hold on me softened, and I whimpered for a different reason. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “I don’t plan on it. I’m going to make it so you can’t function without my cock stuffed inside of you.”
