"...You seem like you've got some sense of self-value in you, so you must have used a dildo each time. Fucking yourself with a toy."
Miles increased his grip once more.
This time though, Britney couldn't take it and rapidly slapped his arm wanting to break free. In her desperate attempt she grabbed the bulge hard and tight, forcing Miles to let go and she fell to the ground gasping desperately for air.
Cough! Cough!!
"Are you mad?"
Britney's face was flushed, anger in her eyes as she held her neck, trying to ease where his grip had been.
However, Miles' gaze fell lower in silence, staring at her red piece of underwear exposed from the fall.
Coughing hard - Britney seemed to sense the strangeness in the air and stopped. Raising her head to see Miles' lowered gaze, not her face but lower. Britney traced it and discovered that she was exposed.
" You pervy–!"
Halfway through, Miles placed his index finger over his lips, his gaze stern with warning.
