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“Uh-huh. Because you made me want to be a woman.”

“You wanted to be a woman for me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you had touch me. You had want me.”

“That means these nipples belong to me, do not they?” He squeezes one roughly, sternly, and I whimper, but it breaks into a moan when he cups my core just as hard. “This pussy is mine, too. It is my pussy, is not it?”

“Oh, fuck…”

“Language.”

“Mmm.”

“Answer me, Genevieve. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

“That is right. Mine. So why did you give it to someone else? Why did another fucker look at my pussy, let alone touch it?”

God. If he keeps talking this dirty, I might come here and now.

“Because you weren’t there…you weren’t touching me, so I had to let the boys do it, but you know what?”

“What?” He’s pulling my panties down my legs, and I do not focus on the trail of wetness that is coating my thighs. I do not focus on how shamelessly I am drenching his fingers, because I am preoccupied with something else.

His face holds me hostage. His beau