I chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, stretching Julie open as her daughter watched. "She is begging, Hannah. Listen." I pulled my fingers free with a lewd pop, and Julie's choked sob filled the car.
Hannah's eyes darkened, her lips parting. "Prove it."
Julie's breath came in sharp gasps, but I didn't give her time to protest. I gripped her chin, forcing her to meet the phone's camera. "Tell her, Julie. Tell your daughter how bad you want my cock."
Her lips trembled. "H-Hannah…"
"Say it," Hannah demanded, her voice trembling with something raw—anger, arousal, need. "Or I swear to God, you'll never get his cock again."
Julie's resistance shattered. A broken sound tore from her throat as I pinched her clit, hard. "I... I want it," she gasped, her voice cracking. "I want him to fuck me, Hannah—I want him everywhere—"
