I could feel Yelena trembling on the edge, her body coiled tight with need, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. If I didn't stop, she'd cum right then and there—hard.
So I pulled back, my lips glistening with her arousal, leaving her panting and aching. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with frustration, like she was blaming me for denying her that release. But then her gaze flickered to Claire, and her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red.
Claire, still breathless from her own climax, met Yelena's eyes—and her face burned just as fiercely. The air between them crackled with something new, something raw—a mix of shame, desire, and the unspoken understanding that they'd just been seen in the most intimate way possible.
My hand didn't stop moving.
