Sera's eyes gleamed. "Different how?"
Mira's voice dropped even lower. "My husband is… smaller."
Julian exhaled above them, clearly enjoying every word.
Sera gave Julian's cock a slow, admiring stroke and turned Mira's chin slightly so she had to keep looking at it.
"So the Young Lord is bigger."
Mira's answer came out almost in shame.
"Yes."
"Thicker?"
"…Yes."
"And harder to take?"
Mira's lips trembled. "Much harder."
Sera leaned in until her mouth brushed Mira's ear again.
"Then say it properly. Say your husband's cock cannot compare to the Young Lord's."
The demand hung there, heavy in the charged atmosphere.
Mira's whole face felt hot.
Her breath shuddered.
"My husband's cock…" she whispered, "cannot compare to the Young Lord's."
Sera smiled, satisfied.
"Good girl." She kissed the corner of Mira's wet mouth with shocking casualness, then looked back at Julian's cock with open hunger. "A woman who can admit that is ready to be used properly."
