VELVET INFERNO: WHERE PLEASURE SCORCHES
Just her, the night, and the private show across the way.
She slipped her hand inside her shorts, fingers finding her swollen clit. Slow circles at first, matching the rhythm of Keith’s tongue. Lena’s back bowed off the bed, one hand clutching the sheets. Kira imagined the sounds—the wet slide of his mouth, Lena’s breathy whimpers, the low rumble of Keith’s encouragement.
“Fuck,” Kira whispered to herself. Her middle finger dipped inside, gathering slickness before returning to her clit. The pressure built fast, embarrassingly fast. She braced one hand on the window frame, eyes locked on the couple.
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