“Now, show me how wet you are.”
My mind freezes. Is he right? Mature sex He asks if my parents tell me who to date. “Are you naked?”
“Yes, sir,” I lie. Lie down.”
“Ok,” I hesitate but he insists. “Spread your legs wide open,” he orders. We talk more before he mentions how many women he’s slept with. Or making food? I don’t know what it is about him. I moan loudly. My toes curl as I fuck myself, imagining him with so much control as he fucks me. Each time I spank myself harder. “I don’t quite understand,” I type slowly. “Good girl,” he seems content. “Now spank yourself. I grab their hair as they suck.” “Why would a girl ever do that!? He asks if my parents tell me who to date.
