Chapter 115

• He turns me around, his hand rubbing my pussy through my whimpered protests and jerking, my third orgasm ripping through me with a force that has tears running down my face.
• “You're so pretty when you come.” he tells him, holding me up in his arms.
• I nod, “So I've heard.” I say, trying to catch my breath. Not once did I lose focus of who was fucking me just now, I didn't trail of to a past memory despite the near same feeling of being fucked to tears.