"Ahhh… ahhh…"
The last moan tore out of Afa like it had been trapped for years.
Her knees buckled. She slid down the wall, both hands pressed hard between her thighs, on her pussy, fingers slick as her body let go completely. A sharp little squirt splashed the concrete between her feet, then another. Her shoulders shook with every breath.
Lyra watched with a lazy smile, pushing her own blonde hair back over one shoulder.
"You were holding all that in," she said softly, "and your alien never even noticed, did he?"
Afa's voice came out small and hoarse. "S-shut… up… will you?"
She stayed on the floor a second longer, legs still trembling, toes curled against the cold ground.
Lyra crouched, offered a hand. "Sure, sure. Come on, stand up now."
Afa glared through watery eyes. "For what?"
Lyra's grin turned wicked. "To watch the grand finale, of course. Don't tell me you don't want to see the last moments of your precious master."
