Filthy Evidence

And then he hit me with it again.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Over and over. Smacking my clit with those soaked fingers like it was a damn button he couldn’t stop pressing. My body went tight. My hips bucked. My mouth dropped open.

And I screamed.

“FUCK—WYATT—” I cried, my entire soul leaving my body. “I’M CUMMING—AGAIN—FUCK—DON’T—STOP—PLEASE—OH MY GOD—”

And he didn’t stop.