Isabel who was kneeling beside Julia, stared at them, her own desire burning brighter with every passing second. "Julia," she said, "how did you do that?"
Julia looked up at her. "I don't know," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I just did what I felt."
Isabel stared at her in amazement. "You make it look so easy," she said. "How do you just... know what to do?"
Julian stepped back, his cock still semi-hard, and reached for Isabel's hand. "It's all about the connection," he murmured, placing her trembling hand on his cock. "Feel it," he instructed, his voice low and steady. "Let your instincts guide you."
Isabel's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her hand around him, her touch gentle at first, but growing bolder as she felt the heat of his skin and the pulse of his desire beneath her fingertips.
Julian's eyes fluttered closed as she began to stroke him, her movements clumsy but earnest.
