Pep acted like my pussy belong to him. I said aloud to myself as I located a mirror to check out the damage. Damn Pep, you broke the skin. Why did you...have to bite me so hard. Come to think about it, I have never been bitten down there hard enough to cause pain ever Stepping into the shower, I opened my legs to let the jets spray my sore pussy. I gently pulled the swollen lips open letting the spray wet my opening. I couldnt help thinking about Peps tongue. What the fuck? Im rubbing my pussy. . and lick ... and suck ... Control, she tried commanding herself, control, goddamnit. Get yourself under control.But control wasn't easy to come by.Andrea noticed her clenched fists, saw the looked of restrained fury on her face. "Uh oh, did I say something I shouldn't have?" she asked, lifting one hand to her mouth in a fake show of surprise.A moment later, however, her expression changed. Her eyes sparkled dangerously and her tone took on a hint of steel. "Look, I think we both know why. As he blinked, he stared at the dark charcoal of the eye shadow at theoutside crease of his eyes, noticing how it blended into light silvertowards the bridge of his nose. Above it a creamy fawn color accented histhin, dark, arched manicured bows, and at the middle of his lids was ahint of metallic glitter. The blackout liner that surrounded his browneyes made his russet colored pupils seemingly cat like and huge, fannedfalse curled lashes batted with every flicker.His complexion never looked so. The expectation of knowing you had a one in a million chance of winning was easier to swallow than the baby shrimp she choked on as the announcer called her name to come accept some award which she could barely fit into her luggage. Spencer stood up immediately of course and clapped for her, his face beaming with excitement and pride. She had won."We're going to Paris? I can't believe it, I won! How fantastic is that?!" he exclaimed looking at her with a goofy grin on his face.Staring at him.