Sophia shifted nervously beside the bed, arms crossed under her petite chest, her blonde twin tails twitching faintly, her blue eyes wide with disbelief, her small breasts rising with quick, shallow breaths under her pale pink cotton bra.
Lia gave a slow, exaggerated sigh, like she was psyching herself up for a dive into something cold and deep, her red curls bouncing, her green eyes glinting with a mix of nerves and reluctant arousal, her curvy figure trembling, her plush thighs pressing together under her dark green lace panties.
"Okay," Lia muttered, cracking her knuckles, her generous chest shifting as she braced herself. "Okay okay okay."
Lor didn't move, lying back on the bed, his cock straining hard in his pants, his hazel eyes watching them with an insufferable calm, like he was evaluating a pair of awkward dancers before a performance, his lean frame relaxed but commanding.
His tousled black hair caught the lamplight, his smirk teasing the edge of power.
