Sliding your hands under my skirt you watch for my
shock. I should have known when you came
in and locked the door you had wicked on your mind. I knew you were a flirt but this assumption
is unfair and wrong. I feel you press
against my mound and I am angry and so very wet. I begin to protest but you stop me with harsh
words, “shut the fuck up.” And I
listen. My mind is racing with “why” and
“stop it” but I only moan and wait for your next wonderful assault on my
growing need.
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