"We won't be doing it," he said.
Evangeline's head snapped at Eric, eyes threatening and face scowling.
Eric chuckled at her expression before he kissed the center of her crumpled brows.
"You're still hurt," he explained, and when her face darkened, his fingers on his pussy gently massage her clit, causing her legs to spread wide spine buckling.
"This little hole here . . . ," he murmured, fingers pressing her tiny hole, earning another moan from her. "It's still swollen and sore . . . that's why . . . I think my fingers will have to do for now . . ."
"Ahh . . ." Evangeline let out a strangled cry. Glazed eyes looked at Eric, face hot and feverish. "Y-you . . . despite your appearance . . . mmm . . . you're perverted . . ."
". . ."
Eric paused for a second before he softly laughed. He then scarped her earlobe with his tongue, murmuring, "Only to you . . ."
