I took over. No more waiting. No more gentle coaxing. The air in the room had thickened—humid with their combined scents, the sharp tang of arousal, the faint metallic edge of desperation—and I was done letting them set the pace.
The Taboo Aura pulsed— thick, syrupy, sinking into their skin like heat lightning.
Every breath they took carried it deeper; every heartbeat answered it with a filthy little flutter between their legs.
I sat up—fast, sudden—Margaret still straddling my hips, Patricia pressed to my side. My hands clamped onto Margaret's waist—firm—and I flipped her beneath me in one smooth, brutal motion.
She hit the mattress with a sharp gasp, legs splaying wide, dress rucked up to her hips, black lace panties soaked through and clinging to the swollen outline of her cunt.
Patricia yelped—small, startled—but I caught her wrist before she could pull away, dragged her down beside Margaret so both women lay side by side, chests heaving, eyes wide and glassy with want.
