Her hand arrived at her own entrance.
Two fingers pressed to the swollen, seed-soaked lips of her pussy, and spread.
His seed leaked out in a slow, thick river.
Her other hand found her breast.
Squeezed.
She was fingering herself before she'd made any decision about fingering herself, the motion starting slow and becoming desperate in the space of three breaths, her hips rolling up to meet her own hand, her face twisting with the specific, helpless shame of a woman whose body has adopted new management.
"What is happening to me?"
She said it again. Louder. Her voice cracking on the last word.
Looking up at him.
He looked back.
He bit Rihana's nipple.
Rihana: "AHN~—"
He bit Lira's simultaneously.
Lira: "HNGH~—"
Both women's hands on his cock clenched in reflex.
He looked at Gwen over both their heads and his mouth curved.
"Act like a bitch."
The purple energy 'moved.'
