“Stop,” he whispered softly, but I could feel the command that had frightened, yet made what was supposed to be hurting simply quiver with delight. He could tell by the grimace on my face that what I was doing hurt me badly. My pussy was dripping with nectar that I’m sure had soaked the bed, I’m pretty sure I was drooling, and my entire body was sweating. You liked your birthday present?”
I nodded quickly, accidentally speeding up my fingers with my head. I was still gasping for breath through my nose, but I was catching up. I was moaning incomprehensible things, and the things that I could get out, I’m sure it would be something a whore would say if she were paid enough. “I could get used to this,” Jessica said, rubbing the red spot on my butt she had pinched.
