"W-What are you doing," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking with panic, her pride fraying as the sight burned into her—Kiara's lips glistening, her movements unhurried, confident.
Kiara pulled off with a wet smack, stroking Lor's slick shaft with her fist, a string of saliva clinging to her lip.
"Helping," she purred, her voice dripping with delight, before swallowing him down again, deeper, her moan vibrating against him.
Lor groaned, his fingers digging into Olivia's ass, his hips twitching against Kiara's mouth.
The sight, the sound—the slick rhythm of Kiara's lips, the wet heat of her suction—made Olivia's thighs tremble, her body betraying her with every heartbeat.
"No…" she whispered, though her voice broke with need, her hazel eyes glassy as she watched, unable to look away.
Lor's hand slid lower, his fingers finding her slit, slick and hot with arousal. He smirked against her ear, his breath warm and teasing.
