“Fuck off!” she snaps, slightly breathless as her legs shift back and forth in a desperate, primal bid to move. Despite her body’s compliance, her mouth still spews insults. “You sound like Raven.”

I smirk before I can stop myself, continuing to brush my finger through her slick folds. Inhaling the scent of her arousal. “Nah. If I were Raven, I would be using a microscope to look into your vagina, searching for any bugs or trackers.”