Mira's face burned crimson, her cheeks flushing with shame. She hated me for staring, for seeing her like this—but my words cut deeper. The insults about her body, the implication that she was unwanted, made her stomach twist. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the way her body ached despite her rage.
"Did it bite you… there?" I asked, my voice dropping into a taunting purr as my eyes locked onto the space between her legs. My cock throbbed painfully against my stomach, pre-cum leaking steadily down my cock, but I kept my tone mocking, cruel. "Right on that filthy little clit?"
Mira's blush deepened, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. But as she snapped her eyes up to meet mine, they flickered—just for a second—down to the thick, throbbing length of my cock. "P-Pervert!" she stammered, her voice trembling. "S-Stop looking!"
