C.R. Jane

I was feeling more and more anxious the longer we drove.

An Emily Brontë quote got caught in my head. "If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave."

“Oh fuck. Look at him, he’s already improving just from the scent of your arousal filling the room,” Ash purred. I reluctantly tore my eyes off his dick and looked up at his face. Oh. His color really did look like it was already getting better.

“Touch yourself, princess,” Ash ordered. “Fill the room with the scent of your perfect dripping cunt.”

My pussy gushed at his words.

“You like that,” Ash growled, his voice growing deep and husky. “Fuck, you smell so good.”

Ash’s voice may have been a sexy soundtrack to the moment, but all my attention was focused on Seven, whose color was continuing to rapidly improve.

I slipped my hands down the front of myself, watching his reaction carefully as my fingers slid through my slick folds.