But even as she said it, her fingers spread just enough to peek through the gaps.
She was 'so close'. Right there on his nose, watching these three beautiful women worship his cock with their mouths. Akane's full lips wrapped around the thick head. Sylvia's delicate tongue lapping at the underside. Yu Xiang's hands stroking the base, her face flushed with submission.
The wet sounds. The moans. The sheer 'devotion' in their movements.
Yuna's face burned so hot she thought she might combust. Embarrassment flooded through her in waves, mixing with arousal and confusion and—
His voice rumbled through her again.
"I'm sorry for the sight you're seeing, Yuna."
Her breath caught.
He was talking to her. 'Directly to her'.
His face was right there, his eyes aligned with hers as if he knew exactly where she was. As if he was speaking only to her through the barrier of the butterfly prison.
