She was sprawled on the floor, her sweater riding up to expose her midriff, and her pants stretched tight across her thighs. She paused in the doorway, blinked slowly like she was taking mental notes, and muttered, “we need some alcohol. He couldn’t help but steal glances at Ava’s curvy figure in the dim light of the car. She didn’t know how she was going to pull this off—or how she’d survive the fallout if she did. “Yikes.”
“Yeah,” Ava muttered. Make it loud. The material stretched tightly over her thighs, revealing the subtle outline of her panties with each shift of her body. “Chivalry’s dead. Round them up, every last one.”
Wu blinked, stunned, but didn’t pull away. “Imagine it’s me, stroking you, making you hard.”
“Fuck yeah, look at your dick getting hard for me, good boy.” Sommer praised and smiled eagerly. The queen bees were in the hive. Her hand moved faster, her hips rising to meet her touch. The thought of someone watching this, made her stomach feel ill.
