Freya's fingers traced the delicate lace of her lingerie, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pressed herself closer against me. "This is what we bought," she purred, her voice thick with lust, her breath hot against my ear.
"Nancy and Suzy have also bought ones for themselves," she whispered, her tongue flicking over her lips as she imagined their reactions.
"They were so eager to show it to you," she moaned, her fingers clawing at my chest, "But I sent them away," her smirk deepening, "Making an excuse—…" Her hand slid down, gripping my cock through my pants, stroking it slowly. "I wanted you all to myself—…" she growled, her voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
Her eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, the sound of the shower still running, steam seeping beneath the crack. "Is Emily in there?" she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial, her finger pointing toward the closed door.
I nodded, my cock throbbing in her hand, my mind racing with filthy possibilities.
