Claire obeyed, feet planting wider, fabric bunched at her waist. Her smooth, pink p***y was on full display—swollen lips glistening, c**t peeking out, a thin string of arousal already dripping toward her thigh.
Marcus’s c**k strained visibly against the orange fabric. “So f*****g perfect. Pink and untouched. I bet it’s never even had a real man’s tongue on it.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Touch it. Spread those lips for me. Show me how wet you are inside.”
Her fingers shook as she reached down, parting her slick folds. The cool air made her c**t throb. Marcus’s eyes were locked on every detail.
“Slide two fingers in,” he ordered. “f**k yourself slowly while I watch. And don’t you dare come until I say so.”
Claire pushed two fingers into her tight, dripping channel, moaning softly a
