"You're mine tonight. Sage who? She'd better accept that she has competition." Declared Ingrid.
Genevieve's breath hitched from the floor, her fingers now buried between her thighs, circling her own swollen clit in time with Ingrid's rides. But her fingers felt nothing like when Zaeryn was fingering her, and she could only imagine how much pleasure her lucky friend felt being fucked by him.
"Goddess Marea, look at her, take him... that cock stretching her so wide," she murmured, eyes glazed with lust. 'I need it next. I need to feel what she's feeling, full, wrecked, claimed.' She pinched her nipple harder, a soft whimper escaping as she watched Ingrid's ass cheeks flex and ripple with every thrust.
