Abigail hand was wrapped around his c**k. Her grip was thought, holding his c**k 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 c**k, long, thick, throbbing with tension, was swollen and flushed, hard enough to look painful.
And Abigail.
God.
Abigail’s lips were smeared red. Her mouth was latched to his like she was sucking air from him. Her tongue slid out mid-ki
