Abigail hand was wrapped around his cock. Her grip was thought, holding his cock like it was hers.

“No…”

The word fell from her lips, cracked and broken.

Her voice sounded foreign to her ears. Weak. Small. Like it came from a version of herself she hadn’t met before. A girl who hadn’t been humiliated yet.

Her eyes jerked back to the screen.

The photo was still there.

Still glowing.

Still unforgiving.

Xavier stood there, soaked from the shower. His chest gleamed with beads of water that hadn’t yet dried. His abs flexed in the golden light. His cock, long, thick, throbbing with tension, was swollen and flushed, hard enough...