Chapter 81 Moan In Silence I
- I didn’t follow him into the woods because I trusted him.
- I followed because I was wet.
- Dripping, actually. Thighs warm, panties clinging to every swollen inch of me from the second his hand brushed my lower back during that fake-ass campfire game. He barely looked at me when I talked, barely smiled, didn’t ask for my name. He just stared like he already knew what I looked like spread open.