Informal

"Does he make you feel good like I do?"

"Harry s-stop, we need to stop,"

"Does he know that you like having your thighs rubbed like this?" The span of his hand found their way under my dress, onto my thighs, moving in circular motions.

"I'm engaged Harry,"

He ignored what I said, his hands still on my thighs, "tell me darling, can he f.uck you like I can?"

My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered as his fingers made their way to the band of my panties, "No. He can't, only you can Harry, only you."

*will contain sexual content, inappropriate language and may contain kink and BDSM*