Chapter 39 Hartwell's Slut

• “You’re going to tell me, you filthy slut,” growled Hartwell as he leaned in and trailed his finger through her folds, soaking up her juices. “Who owns this pussy? Whose mess is this?”
• “I’m yours, Hartwell,” Quin whispered, her voice shaking. “This is your filthy cunt.”
• “You better believe it,” he replied as he smeared her juices on her lower belly, marking her territory. “And just look how wet it is for me. Are you ready for more? Do you want me to fuck you till you forget your name?”