In her peripheral vision, the building looked U-shaped, and she was walking towards an entryway in the center of two prongs. “Be a good girl for me and I won’t have to keep you that long.”
The man’s hand kept steady on Julie’s head as the other found her collar bone and the top of her chest. There wasn’t much cum on this final fuzzle, but she wanted to make sure she got every last drop. The man pushed her forward and spun her, and Julie found herself seated on a bed. Like when she sucked on her thumb and fingertip while reading a hard passage for one of her classes. One was a male friend. His shoes thumped lightly on the wooden floor. Good bitch,” the man lauded as he used her. Maybe it was the post-orgasmic haze she was in that carried her up the steps out of the subway system—he had touched her, fingerfucked her, to the sort of climax her body hadn’t heretofore known was possible.
