Margaret was lay and panting beside Patricia, fingers lazily tracing her own oversensitive clit as she watched with heavy-lidded eyes.
The Taboo Aura thickened the air around us like incense, making Patricia's pussy visibly swell and glisten even more, every fold blooming under the invisible heat of my claim.
She is mine. They both are. And right now, her body knew it better than her mind ever could.
I hooked my hands under Patricia's knees and pushed them back and wide — spreading her completely open until her thighs trembled and the tendons stood out like taut strings.
Her pussy partedobscenely for me, fully on display like a filthy, living flower I had just unwrapped.
First the outer lips — plump, flushed a deep, rosy pink from everything I'd already done to her, glistening with a thick layer of her own slick and my saliva. They were puffy, slightly parted on their own now, revealing everything beneath like they'd given up trying to hide.
