Chapter 74: Made For Me Alone

Elena Vázquez

He grips my core over my tiny little thong. It's not surprising that I'm fucking soaked, dripping down the inside of my thighs.

He rasps at the wetness gathering there and then bites down on my ear.

Then I feel his fingers run down my slit and I shudder as I braced a hand on the cold wall. He chuckles into my ear and it sends a shiver down my spine, making my skin rise in goosebumps.