“Fuck, Joey,” he groans. “I-I’m nervous,” I admit on a whisper. “I know, baby girl,” he says with a wicked smile. He tugs my panties aside and runs the tip of his finger through my dripping folds. “But I’m going to make sure you’re ready before I fuck you.” “Oh, god,” I whimper as tremors ripple through my body. “And I’m gonna need you soaking wet for the way I like to fuck.”
