Ren's breath hitched, her body trembling with nervous anticipation. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race, the heat in her cheeks rivaling the fire building between her thighs.
"Spread your pussy for me," Ross commanded, his voice firm and demanding.
Ren froze, her fingers hesitating mid-motion. Her mind raced, torn between embarrassment, fear, and the intoxicating pull of the moment. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to make a decision.
After three shaky breaths, she finally complied. With trembling hands, she reached down, her right hand parting the soft, pink folds of her pussy.
The cool air kissed her sensitive flesh, and she shivered, her body instinctively reacting to the exposure.
Her other hand resumed its motions, circling her swollen clit with deliberate precision.
