I glance over my shoulder. Raphael’s knuckles are white on the arms of the chair. Caleb’s got one hand rubbing over the front of his pants.
I smirk, then turn fully to face them again. One hand trails down my body—between my breasts, over my stomach—until my fingers find my c**t. I circle it lazily, moaning soft and breathy, loud enough for them to hear over the water. My other hand cups one breast, pinching the n****e, tugging until my head tips back.
“f**k,” I breathe, loud enough to carry. “You two are just gonna sit there? Watching me play with myself? Not gonna come in here and help your girl out?”
I spread my legs wider, sliding two fingers inside myself, pumping slow while my thumb keeps working my c**t. My hips roll with it, ass shaking again because I know they love that part.
