For one long, frozen heartbeat, no one moved.
Then the reactions hit like a chain explosion.
Two of the girls slapped their hands over their mouths, muffled gasps escaping between fingers.
Another turned bright crimson from neck to hairline, scales practically glowing with heat.
Ursula's tail went rigid, eyes so wide the slit pupils had nearly disappeared.
They had all seen enough to understand exactly what had happened.
It wasn't just that Maria had been sitting on his lap.
She had been sitting on his cock.
The entire time.
While they'd been standing there—pleading, arguing, surrounding them—Maria had been quietly, calmly, impaled on him.
His thick length buried deep inside her pussy, stretching her, filling her, while she braided her hair and traded barbs like nothing was happening.
The glossy sheen coating his shaft hadn't come from simple grinding or teasing.
It had come from being inside her—deep, snug, wet for who knew how long.
And the size—
Gods.
