When I came to I was a different woman. My eyes opened and I spluttered, staring at the tender, panicked face of Mr. Paxton, my swim-coach, whose lips were wrapped over mine. The pang of lust inside me rang out loud — I wanted more.
He’s concerned and I’m determined to prey on his weakness to fulfill my fresh desire to have him inside me and be my first. Take me, Mr. Paxton. Show me what it’s like.
