"K-Kuh, w-what the hell is this position?" Rose hissed out, her voice shaking as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her brows were furrowed, her teeth clenched tight, and her cheeks were flushed in such a deep red that it practically burned across her face.
"W-Why are we… in such an embarrassing position like this?" Irene's tone was a mix of frustration and disbelief, her own face glowing with heat.
"Well," I said, my voice calm in contrast to their flustered ones, "this is a foursome, after all. It's only natural that all of us should be pleasured and… pleasure each other."
"T-This is embarrassing… even for me," Rose muttered, her gaze darting forward—only to freeze when she realized Irene's pussy was so close that the soft heat radiating from it was brushing her breath.
"D-Don't look at it," Irene stammered quickly, glancing at me with a mix of irritation and deep embarrassment, as if hoping I'd intervene but knowing I wouldn't.
