The blackmailer would demand more, push her further and further, until she was a submissive little OnlyFans slut. Her hand moved faster, her hips rising to meet her touch. “Do it, baby. When Amanda walked in, Sommer forced a smile to her lips. He had been so focused on the blackmail that he had almost forgotten the thrill of a real connection. “I am so screwed.”
Her heart pounded like a drumline, and she was nearly hyperventilating. Jake felt his cheeks heat up. “Imagine it’s me, stroking you, making you hard.”
“Fuck yeah, look at your dick getting hard for me, good boy.” Sommer praised and smiled eagerly. As if she hadn’t just sold a piece of her soul for their relationship not to end. Another had a “Math is Life” hoodie. “Thanks,” he mumbled, trying to focus on the numbers in front of him rather than the soft swell of her breasts. Ava had indeed found something—but it was far from terrifying. My tongue,” she murmured, her voice thick with loathing.
