Abigail
My hands flattened against the cool glass, my palms leaving faint prints as I stared down at the depraved spectacle playing out below us.
My cunt pulsed in anticipation as Finnegan pushed my legs apart with his until my thighs were so wide, I could feel the strain in my hips.
The cool air of the room brushed against my dripping cunt. I was completely exposed, pinned open against the glass like a sexy butterfly.
"Perfect," he murmured behind me, his voice dripping with approval. "Now everyone can see that pretty little pussy."
My cheeks burned even as my cunt clenched. He was right. Anyone looking up from the arena below would see me spread wide and vulnerable.
Something cold and sharp traced up the inside of my thigh. I flinched, gasping.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice dropping to that dangerous low tone that made my pussy drip. "Don't you dare move."
