I grinned up at her, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice low, mocking. "What's the matter, Lila?" I said, my eyes dark with lust, my cock still hard and aching.
"Didn't like it?" My tongue darted out, licking my lips, tasting her. "Or did you like it too much?" My smile was wicked, my voice a whisper. "Because your pussy sure seemed to…"
Lila's face burned with humiliation and rage, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but her body betrayed her—her nipples were hard as fucking diamonds, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled desire, her breath ragged and uneven.
She glanced at Beth, whose expression was a mess of shock and fascination, her eyes wide as she flickered her gaze between us, unsure whether to laugh, scream, or join in.
"You… bastard…" Lila hissed, her voice trembling with outrage, her fingers clenching into fists so tight her nails dug into her palms.
