Emma and Nadia
Scott hovered over them on the narrow hospital bed.
His muscular knees sunk into the mattress on either side of their hips… hospital gown already half-open and hanging off his shoulders that looked carved from stone.
Emma lay on her back beneath him, one hand lazily circling the slick, swollen peach between her thighs. Every slow drag of her fingers made obscene little sounds that were wet and utterly shameless.
Her folds were so glossy they caught the fluorescent light like glass, and the more she played with herself the closer she crept to the edge; thighs already trembling, breath hitching like she might squirt and flood the sheets any second.
She stared up at him with that filthy grin as her tongue poked the corner of her mouth.
『If he doesn't fuck me soon I'm gonna lose it~』
Her delicate folds twitched harder.
