What's Scarlett's Next Move?
She goes for the kill
Time lurches forward again. You’re beside the pool, on your knees, your tits wrapped around Cam’s cock. Then you’re on a pool chair, gagging on him, four fingers in your needy slit. How did this happen?
Suddenly you’re on the stairs, giggling as he guides you to his room. You’re kissing on his bed. He’s on top of you. Inside you.
“Omigawddd!!! Fuck me just like that! Yes, fuck yes yes YES!”
You’re lying on your back in your bully’s bed, getting railed and begging him for more. How could you let this happen? You need to take back control right now. If you don’t, your life is over!
You need to stop fucking him!
