It took her long enough to notice the trap. That traitorous sound! Her head screamed.

  A knowing smirk slackened his lips as his bored into hers.

  “Now tell me, on a scale of 100, how wet is that pussy, sugar girl?” He asked.

  A bristling blush creeping onto her cheeks, she kept her thighs locked together in a silent oath not to move an inch ever again.

  “I'm just all sweaty all over— she paused, drawing her head back in perplexity before she turned to him.

  “Why am I even explaining myself? It's none of your business.” She added.

  With his stare glued to her thighs, he found the drenched...