Victoria's fingers moved in agonizingly slow circles. Her own body betrayed her with every pass over her swollen clit. She squatted in the center of her luxurious bedroom, the cool air raising goosebumps on her naked skin.
Her pussy was dripping, the slick fluids running down her inner thighs and pooling on the expensive rug beneath her. She glared at the bed, her breath coming in ragged, humiliated gasps.
Anna sat on Ren's lap, her chest heaving. She glanced over her shoulder at Victoria. A flicker of genuine concern crossed her face, a brief reminder of the daughter she used to be. "Ren..." she whispered, her voice wavering in the quiet room. "Maybe this is too much. She is..."
