She smiled, pleased. Her strokes didn't stop. "Look at her," she whispered. "Look how much she wants it."
As if summoned, Ron's voice rolled out into the night -- low, smooth, total. "You've got more to give, baby. Don't stop now. I want your throat open when I c*m. That's it. Work for it."
Shannon shivered. Her grip on Craig tightened. "He's so in control," she whispered. "So calm. Like he knows she'll take it eventually. Like her body doesn't have a choice."
Craig groaned, his hips jerking forward. The breath from their mouths fogged the glass in front of them. And then -- Ron looked up.
His eyes found them.
Through the dark. Through the steam. Through the space between.
He didn't flinch. Didn't stop. Didn't blink. He just looked -- at Craig, at Shannon -- and smiled. A small, quie
