The Exfoliation Alibi

~Siena~

Okay. Walking to the lounge. Just walking. A normal, innocent stroll down a very expensive yacht hallway like I hadn’t just had my p***y manhandled by a grown-ass man with arms that could break a watermelon and a voice that could get a girl pregnant without even touching her.

I kept tugging at the hem, pretending I wasn’t walking like someone had just rearranged my soul with his fingers