I leaned over her, my cock already half-hard again, my fingers tracing lazy circles over her asshole as she writhed beneath me. "Sister Freya," I growled, my voice rough with lust, "you better fucking bite that pillow if you don't want Emily to hear you scream when I shove my cock back inside you." My other hand slid between her thighs, two fingers pressing against her swollen clit, making her jerk with a choked gasp.
Freya's back arched, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants. "Fuck—Jack—" she hissed, her voice trembling between a moan and a snarl. "I'll kill you if you—ah!—if you make me come again, you filthy bastard!" But her hips betrayed her, grinding against my fingers, her pussy already clenching with need.
I chuckled darkly, my thumb pressing harder against her clit. "Oh, but I have a surprise for you, Sister Freya," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "A very special one."
