Sky stood at the foot of the bed, chest still heaving, blouse hanging open, her bra twisted and half-done, her skin flushed with fury and confusion. Her hands trembled as she clutched her top, trying to pull herself together, trying to reclaim control.
But Gloria?
Gloria just smirked.
She leaned back against the headboard, legs spread, her p***y glistening between her thighs, still soaked from Robert, from her own squirting mess, from the chaos she had no shame about bathing in.
“Fine,” she purred, licking her lips, eyes locked on Sky. “You don’t want to play naughty?”
She dragged her hand down her stomach.
“I’ll make you come to me.”
Her fingers slipped between her thighs, slow… wet… obscene.
Sky’s breath caught in her throat.
She didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Gloria moaned, head fall
