“Over there is a camera,” Damien points at the big portrait of a naked lady. “You love to sleep naked and I will watch you every damn day you part those legs in a restless sleep…
… spread your p***y in my view while you moan and soak your linens from your s*x dream like a dirty whore.”
What?!
I mean, I know he’s a psycho. But this level of obsession?!
His nasty words has me gripping my knees together, needing to pat my p***y and hold back from cumming in the puddle.
“And while your p***y opens just a little, I imagine poking my finger…” He pushes his hand forward and my p***y tightens between my legs like it just got poked.
Oh, my god.
How can words make a grown-up wet?
“And f**k Berry, your slutty p***y squeezes my damn finger like a bitch.”
“Fuck.” I sigh, restless.
My bo
