"Are you okay? Do you want us to stop?" I asked, more worried about her state of mind than her body.
Scratch that. I was more worried about what she might do now that I touched her.
"Okay?" She smiled so wide it felt like she was trying out for a role as a sexy lead obsessed with a clown. "I'm more than okay. I feel liberated."
Okay, that confirmed it. She wasn't just a masochist. She was worst.
"I really think we should stop now. I mean…"
"No way!" She stood up, pulling together what little strength she left.
She grabbed the table and let me have a full view of her juicy ass.
"Please, look at me more and see who I really am. I'm dirty, not innocent or elegant like everyone thinks."
My eyebrow rose. Her words set off a lot of red flags, but I sensed something deeper in them, a hint of sadness beneath the surface.
What kind of life did she lived to reach this point.
The silence made her restless, and she brushed her ass against mine, teasing me.
