Ben.
Ben's gaze locked onto Stacey, a whirlwind of emotions surging within him. The intensity of his anger towards her betrayal mingled with an undeniable lust that threatened to consume him entirely. A dangerous concoction indeed.
"Who do we have here? Stacey, the traitor," Ben hissed through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with venomous rage.
"Ben..." Stacey's soft and seductive voice called out, instantly inducing a primal response within him. His very core stirred with desire, his body on the precipice of bursting from the sheer force of it.
With slow, deliberate steps, Stacey emerged from the water, each movement calculated to stoke the fires of temptation. Damned if she didn't possess a body to die for. Her pink nipple stood erect, invitingly begging for attention, while her pink pussy peeked out from beneath the water's surface. Ben felt his resolve waver, his self-control slipping away like a pack of mismatched cards on the edge of a table.
