Maris's face burned, her lips parting as she pumped him slowly, her eyes fixed on the way his cock throbbed under her touch, fascinated by the weight in her hand.
Precum beaded at his tip, slicking their strokes, making the slide of their fingers wet and obscene.
Maris's thumb brushed across the head almost by accident, smearing the slickness, and Lor groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.
Her eyes fluttered, the raw, needy sound shooting straight between her thighs, her panties already damp beneath her skirt.
"It feels weirdly good but... is it supposed to be this rough...," Lor murmured, his voice low and hot, his eyes flicking between them, catching the flush on their faces.
"Yes!," Vela snapped, but her hand tightened, pumping faster, her breath coming quicker as she watched Maris's delicate fingers work alongside her own.
Maris glanced up through her lashes, her lips parted, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and desire. "Maybe we should… taste…"
