Olivia chewed the inside of her lip, her hazel eyes sharp, calculating, searching his face for any crack in his facade.
"I don't want… that thing in my mouth," she said, her voice firm but tinged with unease.
"Then what?" Lor leaned forward, tilting his head, his smirk tugging at her composure. "Your hand?"
Her jaw tightened, her thighs shifting faintly, the charcoal-gray pants clinging to their curves. "Yes. My hand. Why does it have to be a blowjob?"
"Come on, Olivia." His voice softened, teasing, his eyes locked on hers. "We've already done plenty of things. Haven't we?"
Her flush deepened, a pink tinge creeping up her cheeks, her thighs squeezing together as if to deny the heat his words stirred.
The memory of their past encounters—his hands on her skin, her gasps as he licked her from below, her hips rubbing against his thick shaft—hung between them, unspoken but heavy.
