Saving My Boyfriend II

MY entire body flushed with heat, a mixture of shame and an unwelcome, confusing arousal. I hated it. Hated *him*. But my pussy, despite everything, was tingling, a strange throb starting deep inside.

“Look at her, Silas,” Jordan said, not taking his eyes off me. “Look at how she’s responding. You see that? That little twitch? She wants it, doesn’t she?” He reached out, his finger parting my labia. I gasped, a small, involuntary sound.

“So soft,” he ...