Delilah lay on the bed on her back, eyes dark with want. I grabbed her knees, pulled them back toward her chest, folding her—ass lifted high, her both holes exposed, completely open for me.
I grabbed my cock, lined up with her ass, tip pressing against the slick entrance.
But I stopped, frozen.
Jasmine—face still ruined with spit, cum, and tears—sat next to Mendy on the edge of the bed. Mendy gulped hard, eyes wide.
Jasmine smiled softly, took Mendy's hand gently, and guided it toward my cock. "Watching isn't free, honey," she whispered. "You gotta help us, right? It's only fair."
Mendy's hand hovered above my shaft, trembling. My cock throbbed hard with anticipation, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Mendy exhaled shakily, letting Jasmine lower her hand. Her fingers wrapped around me—soft, hesitant, but there.
The touch hit like lightning.
Something snapped. Pleasure surged too fast, too strong.
