The Bite Part 2
Part 2 “Stand up!” I commanded. Kristin did, with what seemed like a satisfied sigh. The inside of her thighs were glistening with pussy juice and her panties looked like they were just sprayed with water. “Go get some ice water, and bring it back here.”, she made a whining sound of complaint. “Fucking DO IT!” She smiled and then squealed in satisfaction and did a joyful skipping motion towards the kitchen. She returned shortly with a glass of water and presented it to me cheerfully. “I didn’t say it was for me.” She lowered it slightly with a questioning look on her face. “Pour it slowly all over the front of your shirt.” She practically shivered in anticipation and began pouring and squealing with delight as she did it. A quarter of the glass …