I could already feel the storm brewing in her mind, the way she'd twist this into some dramatic, self-righteous narrative—Jack's corrupting us, he's playing us, he's—fucking please. Like she wasn't the one who'd spread her legs for me first, who'd moaned my name like a prayer when
I had her bent over her desk, her panties torn and discarded on the floor. Like Haruna wasn't the one who'd watched me with those hungry, jealous eyes, her body trembling every time I so much as looked at her.
Julie's laugh was dark, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she sank back onto it, her ass swallowing me inch by inch with a filthy, wet sound. "Let her," she purred, her voice dripping with sin, her hips rolling as she took me deeper.
"The more she fights it… the harder she'll come when she finally breaks." Her cum-drenched thighs pressed against mine, her body trembling with the dirty thrill of it all.
I didn't just want to remind them who was in charge.
I wanted to ruin them.
