DIRTY LITTLE WHORE

Marianne

The sensational direct hand massage by Ezekiel’s palm got me humming under the heat of my breath while I put up a hard expression because it would be scandalous and disgusting of me to actually like the sin he was about to commit in my body after being a witness to him being pleasure by another woman who had rode on the same crock.

I shuddering piped out my mouth, as Ezekiel took his own sweet time in messing up my senses to his will and gain. I heard him chortle.

“Words Marianne.” He fondly reminded me, snapping my thought to concentrate on him as it was absolutely necessary for him to get my attention instead of me dripping in his hands play.

My throat dried up, parched seemly knowing that he wasn’t going to back off until I fumbled a reply that suit his taste.

I breathe, almost sighing, that my voice came rasps upon Ezekiel, adding slight pressure and he was literally squeezing my hip bones. “You know that I didn’t mean it that way and you should stop putting word