Cassandra knelt on the slick tiles, her massive breasts still glistening with milk and water after the interrupted titfuck. Kyle's cock stood rigid in front of her, the thick shaft twitching with every denied pulse. The air in the bathroom felt thick with steam and tension. Ella leaned against the far wall, her soaked clothes clinging to her curves, nipples hard and visible through the fabric.
Ella's voice cut through the sound of running water. "Jason, beg Cassandra for it. Tell her exactly what you want and why you deserve it."
Kyle's jaw tightened. His eyes stayed locked on Ella as he spoke, voice low and rough.
Ella was trying to stroke her own ego through this and Kyle knew in his state, he craved release more than anything else.
"Cassandra... please. I need to be inside you. I've been teased and edged until it hurts. Let me fuck you. I can't take it anymore."
