Fúck You, Ex-husband (3)
Even with my legs spread, Andre still had to wedge his hand between my upper thighs. His knuckles brushed against the slick seam of my pússy as he reached in. His fingers were bold and unhurried. He didn’t say anything, just moved around to the other side and knelt again. I could feel how hot my face was. My cheeks burned, but I told myself it was the sun. The truth pulsed between my thighs, undeniable. The second his skin touched mine, I got wet.
“Is this your first cruise?” he asked while working the sunscreen up my other leg.
“Yes,” I managed. My voice sounded thin. He started on my thigh, then slid his hand between them again. This time, there was no pretending. His hand pressed right against my pússy. Not subtle, not careful. He withdrew with a grin that st
