~~Arlene~~
“Stop it,” I whisper fiercely, but my voice cracks, lacking any real fight.
Roland doesn’t budge—his fingers keep circling my clit, slick and insistent, sending waves of heat crashing through me.
My body betrays me completely; despite the protest, my legs loosen just a bit, parting enough for his hand to move freely without his knuckles scraping my thighs.
The ache between them grows, my p***y throbbing, wet and needy, begging for more even as my mind screams no.
“Did you say something?” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing the nape of my neck, hot breath tickling my skin and making goosebumps rise.
His voice is a low rumble, vibrating against me, teasing, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
My breath comes in sharp gasps, chest heaving as he rubs my clit in slow, tortur
