"Thought it was so hot, the way you fingered yourself with his shirt," Kiara whispered, her voice low and filthy. "You looked like such a desperate little slut."
Silvia's strict persona shattered, her legs wobbling as she gripped the desk to steady herself, her glasses slipping further down her nose, her hazel eyes wide with shock, her pussy pulsing faintly under her skirt.
She stared at Kiara, breathing shallow, her cheeks burning as if branded.
Kiara straightened, smoothed her skirt with a casual flick, her full breasts rising with a slow breath. "Anyway," she said cheerfully, loud enough for Lor to hear now, "you're free to visit Lor whenever you want his Guiding Light."
Silvia blinked, her heart racing, her pussy still tingling with the forbidden heat of Kiara's words.
"And I allow it," Kiara added sweetly, her icy blue eyes glinting with a wicked promise.
Silvia stared at her, her generous chest heaving, her mind reeling.
