“Anna.” He quickly interrupts my rambling. "I told you I'd look out for you, right?" With his eyes ablaze, David uses his thumbs to split my pussy. If I let some frat dude pound your pussy without getting you off, I've obviously messed up. His eyes go up. Is this how often he looks at you?

The answer is "no," I let out. "After a party is when he usually fcks me," she said.

“Fool.” Even while he fingers over me, he's still looking at me. And Anna, did he lick your pussy?

I can only shake my head in disbelief. David's eyebrows arch, but he says nothing further, so...