บท 282: Your touch feels better

[smut don't read if uncomfortable]

I felt a pleasuring chill run through my spine followed by excitement as I saw him walk inside with a vibrator in his hand.

I laid my head down looking up to him in pure devotion, I was ready to have him do anything he wanted to me.

Just like the submissive devoted girlfriend I was, I had to give him my whole self.

"What is that sweet naughty face?" He asked as his glance fell on my wet intimacy, his gaze felt so heavy on me that I unconsciously spread my legs open.

My hand went to feel myself and he smirked, "let your hand right there." He said. I needed way more than a push to incentive me to touch myself in front of him.

So I disobeyed his command and brought my hand back to the sofa and arched my back instead as a demand to make him do that instead.

When his facial expression morphed into a disappointed one I explained to him the reason beyond my bad behavior, "your touch feels better than mine."