"Show me how bad you want it." Her voice dropped to a whisper, a command.
Jasmine's breath caught—but she didn't move.
Not yet.
Emily smirked. "Or…" She trailed off, her fingers sliding down Jasmine's throat, light, teasing. "Or I tell everyone how Jasmine—" She pressed her lips against her ear again, her voice a poisoned whisper. "—the proper, respectable Jasmine—got on her knees for a cock half her age."
Jasmine's body tensed—but not in anger.
In shame.
In need.
"P-Please—" Her voice was a whisper, broken, pleading.
Emily's grin was feral. "Please, what, Jasmine?" Her hand slid lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down—just enough to expose the thick, dark curls of her pubes, the glistening dampness of her pussy lips. "Please let you cum?"
Jasmine moaned, her hips jerking forward—just a little—just enough to betray her.
Emily laughed, low and cruel. "That's what I thought."
