Elle’s Point of view

"No .. Not there Logan." I whimpered, raised my neck, and glanced up at the ceiling to clear my head. It seems that my eyelids are closing because Logan is poking a swollen section of my body within me. Because of the pressure I was exerting to him, I could feel my fingernail sinking into his arm.

"I'm not sure what's with that response. I'm only cleaning you because you're dirty. I guess you have turned on too much." He pressed his finger even more firmly into my body, and I absolutely lost track of myself.

“Haah… Logan. Nghh... Nghh... More. I want to have more...