"Buy us time. My men are almost here," Ross whispered, his voice low and urgent.
Adele's heart pounded. Fear clawed at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it down.
Now wasn't the time to panic—she had to act.
She forced a seductive smile onto her lips, tilting her head as if considering something.
"Wait!" she called out, her tone dripping with temptation.
"You haven't seen anything yet." She let her fingers trail down her sweat-slicked body, making sure all eyes were on her.
"Take the rope off Ross, and I'll give you an even better show."
The men exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by her words.
She didn't give them time to think. With deliberate slowness, she lifted herself off Ross's cock, biting her lip as she did.
A shudder ran through her as she felt his thick, glistening length slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty yet throbbing from the relentless pounding.
