His breath washed hot against her cheek. She hadn’t expected him to be tall, or broad in the shoulders, or have such piercing eyes, blue-green like the ocean after a storm. Indian Sex She stood frozen in indecision, one foot poised above the doorway. Hannah let out a soft, breathy, “Oh!” without meaning to and writhed in place. Shame flooded through her again. For the rest of the ride he watched her with hooded eyes. “You do want me to take the chastity belt off, don’t you?”
“You- I-”
“You’ll never get it off without the key,” the man said, and then suddenly the vibration was back, even harder than before. His button-down shirt was stretched taut across a fit figure. She pressed her face into the bed and gasped for air. The door between cars banged open, and Derrick clicked his hole punch as he entered the car. She wore a short, tight skirt and a short, tight top. And yes, the praise felt good.
