"L-Look at his face… the way he… looks at you…" Serelith whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and longing.
Cerys's fingers brushed her own lips, a soft, unconscious touch. "And the way you arch for him… I didn't know… I didn't know I could look like that…"
In the playback, Mikhailis's deep voice rumbled through the display, a growl that made both women's knees weaken. "You're both… so beautiful… I can't… I can't get enough…"
They watched as his hands gripped Serelith's waist, pulling her back to meet his every thrust. Her moans grew louder, her head thrown back, eyes glazed, a quivering smile on her lips. The angle shifted, showing Cerys's thighs squeezing around his hips, her hands clawing at his back, her lips crashing against his, her muffled gasps swallowed in their heated kiss.
The wet, slapping sounds grew faster, a desperate, frantic rhythm. Serelith's voice, a high, breathless wail. "M-Mikhailis! I'm… I'm going to—"
