He slid his finger down. Free porn The skin on her stomach just above the waist of her jeans was visible as the last button had been torn off in the struggle. Mostly she felt disgusted, with herself, with Peter, her parents, her siblings, actually with everyone. “You know what that means,” Peter spoke softly, “speaking without permission.”
Lily did know what it meant. Peter brought his finger back to the top of her cleavage, replacing her shirt. She got his signal and opened her mouth again, willing her throat muscles to relax, trying to draw as much air as she could, getting ready for further abuse. Peter smiled. There he slipped his finger beneath her shirt, Lily still able to feel the slight dampness from the leftover saliva on the finger.
