Sara's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief as Ruth's body convulsed, her pussy gushing in a violent, obscene spray across the furs. The sound was wet, filthy, the sight so shockingly lewd that Sara's fingers froze mid-motion, her touch hovering over her own dripping pussy. Her voice trembled, her words spilling out in a shocked whisper:
"She—she's peeing herself over him..."
Ada, still breathless from watching her daughter's ruin, turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk despite the lingering anger she felt toward Sara—one of Ravina's women, an enemy by association. But even she couldn't resist the urge to mock the younger woman's ignorance.
"What do you know?" Ada's voice was sharp, her tone laced with disdain as she glanced at Sara's wide, stunned eyes. "That's not pee, girl." Her fingers still worked lazily between her own thighs, her pussy throbbing from the sight of Ruth's submission.
