Nightingle

🔞🔞 “Answer me…how many damned men have taken pleasure from this body…” I shake as I feel his fingers skating down my chest… Torso, Then…then…my womanhood. I moan, staring into his orbs with desire... He locks eyes with me while he feathers a touch over my nether regions. “Speak up. How many men have touched this nether parts, make it swell…make it sensitive…speak?” He commands and I moan again... *** Since my eighteenth birthday everything I felt for David turned into lust. I want him to ruin me for other men but he keeps rejecting me. Breaking my heart. I'm not about to stop. I'll tempt him until he caves. Until he makes his. Because David Truman is mine.