Marina's fingers suddenly wrapped around my throbbing cock, her grip tight and possessive, her nails dragging lightly over the sensitive underside. "Mmm, Jack…" she purred, her lips brushing my ear as she stroked me with agonizing slowness.
"This beautiful cock doesn't belong in her filthy little cunt… not yet." Her thumb swiped over the pre-cum glistening at my tip, smearing it in slow circles. "She hasn't earned it."
Sarah let out a whimper, her thighs pressing together as if she could somehow stop the ache between them.
But Marina wasn't done. With a sharp yank, she shoved Sarah aside, sending her stumbling to the side, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Stay there, slut," Marina commanded, her voice dripping with disdain. "You'll get yours… when we're done with you."
