That man was still standing before her and he let out a low whistle. He was wearing a torn hoodie; his long black hair, matching his skin tone perfectly, hung loosely around his shoulders.
"I'd love to get my hands on it. Spread those cheeks open and see what you're hiding. You look like a woman who needs a good, hard fuck."
He looked like a man who was doing this deliberately and messing with her.
"That boy in there your son? Or your little boy toy? Either way, he ain't man enough for all that meat. I could make you scream louder than he ever could."
Kate's face flushed hot with anger and humiliation.
"Excuse me? Can you move away from me, please?"
The man stepped closer, his voice dropping into something oily.
"Come on, baby. I saw how you were looking at him in there. Bet you're dripping already. Those lips would look real good wrapped around a real cock. Or maybe you like it in the ass. I can stretch you out proper."
She took a step back, heart hammering.
