Elizabeth leaned back on her elbows, her naked body sprawled across the bed, legs spread wide without a hint of shame. My cum still glistened on her pussy, a slow, creamy drip trailing down her inner thigh. She fixed her gaze on Clara, who stood frozen at the edge of the room, her face a burning shade of red.
"So, you want this too, huh?" Elizabeth asked, her voice low and teasing, but with that commanding edge that made it clear she expected an answer. "Come on, Clara, tell me."
Clara's fingers twisted together in front of her mini skirt, her black stockings shifting as she rocked nervously on her heels. Her eyes flicked down to Elizabeth's pussy, to the mess I'd left there, then darted away like she'd been caught stealing. Her blush deepened, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out. She looked like she was torn between bolting out the door and stepping closer.
