Emily laughed, a soft, musical sound, her hips rolling against mine, grinding just enough to make my cock throb. "I want it," she purred, her voice firm, unwavering.
"And looks like someone's already ready…" Her hand slid between us, her fingers brushing against my cock through my pants, making me hiss.
I glanced back at the doorway, just in time to see Jennifer's eyes narrow, her lips pressing into a thin line. Shit. She had heard everything.
Emily leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I want you inside me, Mike… Now."
Fuck.
Jennifer's expression darkened, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. She wasn't just watching anymore.
Jennifer was planning.
And fuck if that didn't make this even hotter.
