[smut alert, don't read if uncomfortable]
Roselyn felt her body and her intimacy aching so badly that it felt like it almost scratched.
"It hurts." Roselyn complained and John proudly smirked, before softly kissing her folds and whisper "I am sorry."
After some fractions of seconds, he sighed and his facial expression turned into a more perplexed one. "Sometimes I let the situation get over control and I forget that you… you have never done it before and you may not be as stretched as my last women."
Roselyn unconsciously widened her eyes, he had the tenacity to say that? She felt deeply offended and like if those words somehow cut her sharper than she imagined.
Was he subtly calling her not good enough? Or not 'stretched' enough? Roselyn shook her head after cringing inwardly for the direction her thoughts took. Maybe she was just overthinking and as always comparing herself to the other women he had.
