Sabina stared straight at my dick, eyes wide, practically drooling. She peeked up, sounding all needy—"So, um... is this okay? Just... leaving it like that?"
I shrugged and messed with my skirt, playing it cool. "Yeah, whatever. I'm good."
Honestly, didn't make a damn difference. She just kept staring—locked in on that spot like she was either peeling off my skirt in her head or losing a battle with herself not to. You could pretty much read the math in her eyes, like she was scoping out the fabric for a chink in the armor.
Ravina broke the silence. "Enough. We ride." She vaulted onto her horse first, then yanked me up behind her—just like before. The moment I settled, my cock pressed against her, unmistakable. A beat of stillness. She knew.
The other women just swung up onto their horses, dead silent, but honestly? The air was buzzing, thick with all the stuff nobody was saying out loud. We started riding again.
