112. Luke

Chapter 112

Luke

I’mgonna have a fucking wet spot on the front of my pants before we get home because Natalie’s little princess slit is fucking soaked. And it’s affecting me. Badly.

I wiggle my fingers as I slide my hand up just a bit, wedging the damp material of her panties between her puffy lips.

She squirms.

And then I find it. That little bud of nerves. Needy and ready.

I press my fingers against it.

Her body clenches.

I press my fingers against it harder.

And then I start to rub circles.

Little circles around her clit.

Natalie’s far hand grips the door. Her other hand is balled into a fist and pressed against her stomach.

She’s trying to stay in control.

Trying to resist.

But I’m not going to let her.