Emily laughed—cruel, triumphant—as she finished, her piss dripping from Jasmine's chin, her hair, her tits. "There." She stepped back, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now you're fucking clean." She leaned down, gripping Jasmine's chin, forcing her to look up at her. "Good girl."
Jasmine stared up at her—shocked, furious, dripping—but beneath the anger, beneath the humiliation—
There was something else.
Something dark.
Something hungry.
"Y-You fucking cunt—" Jasmine panted, her voice raw, broken—but her eyes burned. "I hate you—"
Emily smirked. "No, you don't." She reached down, gripping my cock—still hard, still throbbing—guiding it toward Jasmine's lips. "You hate that you want it."
Jasmine's breath hitched—but she didn't pull away.
She opened her mouth.
And took me in.
Jasmine's lips sealed around the head of my cock, her tongue pressing against the underside in a desperate attempt to ease the stretch—but it was useless.
