Sweet Dreams
The sound of it wet, obscene—filled the air, mingling with their breathy, high-pitched gasps.
I stroked myself slowly, watching. Every bite of their lips, Every filthy glance they threw at each other while their hands moved faster, louder, more desperate.
“Seraphine,” I said, voice low. “Look at your sister while you fuck yourself.”
She did.
Her mouth fell open, lips wet. Her eyes locked on Lilia’s fingers moving fast, her legs spread wide.
“You jealous?” I asked.
She whimpered.
“Yes.”
“Then show her up.”I say my body vibrating in anticipation as I watch the show they both put on. Nothing beats this hypnotic energy, their identical face, their graceful and naughty moves all a perfect fucking