The heavy gloom of the Archives seemed to press inward as Madison and Emma watched, their eyes wide and glassy with a disbelief that bordered on terror.
They couldn't pull their gaze away from Jennifer... the girl they had spent years envying for her poise... as she knelt between them on the cold, unforgiving stone.
Jennifer didn't just kneel; she claimed the space.
With a low, hunger-driven hum, she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto the evidence of their failure.
She ignored the other two entirely, focusing all her attention on what remained of Alex's release. Her tongue flicked out, sweeping across the sensitive head of his cock with a slow, agonizingly thorough stroke.
She savored it, her eyelids fluttering as she swallowed the remaining liquid with a visible, rhythmic gulp.
She looked like a starving queen finally sitting at her table, reclaiming every drop that the amateurs had allowed to spill.
