My cock, not quite comfortable, rested hard against her left thigh. She reached down and held it, cradling it and cooing, like a girl with a pet bird. Like Lesbia and her sparrow, I thought at the time, wanker that I am. She said, “Oooh, that was so good. That was … You are going to fuck me again, aren’t you?”
“Oh, you’ll probably get fucked again.”
Svitlana nodded. “I should think so.”
“Mmm. But first, you remember? Remember when I told you to get your thighs gynecologically open…”
“And you closed your legs a little, instead. You knew you were disobeying me. You thought I was going to punish you for that.”
“Ohhhh.” She was trying to sound amused. I think she was a little afraid. Not terrified, but nervous.
“Well, you were right.”