Emily stood over her, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over Freya's trembling body, her eyes dark with a hunger that went beyond mere revenge. There was something predatory in the way she moved, something that made Freya's breath hitch in anticipation.
"Look at you, Sister Freya," Emily purred, her voice a deep, throaty growl, her fingers finally dipping lower to tease the puffy, sensitive lips of Freya's pussy. "So fucking swollen… so desperate…" Her fingertips pressed against Freya's clit, drawing a sharp, broken gasp from her. "I bet Jack's been dying to fuck this sloppy cunt again, hasn't he? "
Freya's body jerked, a whimper tearing from her throat as Emily's fingers traced the slick, swollen folds of her pussy. "Aaaah—! N-Nancy, stop!" she gasped, her hips twitching uselessly, her body already betraying her. "It's—it's too sensitive—! I just came—!"
