Heels

-Glyndon Walton: (song of the chapter: favorite by Isabel Larosa)

"I always get what I want." Kathrine hissed, her face so close to mine, my wrists pinned on the bed, on top of my head.

I gasped, my body was so hot as I looked into her eyes… Her eyes were so blue, so sharp, so dark filled with lust.

My gaze moves to her lips, glossy and they looked so soft, inviting mine in. I don't know what's wrong with me.

My body relaxed, and I completely stopped fighting as I gathered every dust of sanity I had left to say " W-we shouldn't do that. It's wrong."

Kathrine did not care, instead, her other hand found its way to my body, slowly sliding down from my throat to my chest to stop there.

" You have the most perfect pair of tits in the existence." She commented, biting her lower lip while looking at my breasts. My pussy clenched like a cat in heat at the compliment.