Ravees knew they weren't wrong when they called her a pervert. She knew it herself. She hadn't stayed in the room the previous night when he was here because she knew there was no real danger to Katherine's life. But now she was here, and that alone said enough—still, she didn't want to admit it, at least not in front of Cassian.
She didn't want to admit that she wanted to see his penis, how he sucked on her lady's breasts, how Katherine sucked his penis, how she took him inside her folds, the sound of her moans—things Ravees had once only tried to imagine happening to herself. Yet her inexperienced imagination couldn't have prepared her for what she was now witnessing right in front of her.
Her lady was on her knees, hands holding her butt spread as wide as she could, her hairy folds glistening with wetness. But above them, another entrance was stretched open as well—one Ravees had never believed anyone would use for anything beyond its natural purpose.
