She could smell him—a potent, intoxicating cocktail of sweat, musk, and raw male pheromones. It was a thick, heavy scent that seemed to fill her lungs, making her lightheaded.
"You've been quiet for a while now~!" Mike teased, his voice dripping with condescension.
He reached down, not to touch her face, but to grip the back of her neck, his thumb pressing into the sensitive dip at the base of her skull. "Don't tell me you've never seen a real cock before."
Aveline let out a broken whimper, her head rolling back slightly. "I... I have..."
"Bullshit," Mike laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that vibrated in the small room. "Look at you."
"You're shaking like a leaf..."
"Was your husband some kind of limp dick? Did he spend ten years giving you nothing but disappointment while you waited for something real?"
