Jenny
“Let me join in?” I echoed, my voice a low growl, as I stepped back from Tara, Ethan's plea hanging in the cabin’s sweaty air.
His hand was still on his jeans, stroking himself through the fabric, his bloodshot eyes darting between her naked, dripping body and mine, the strap-on glistening with her c*m.
Tara’s grip tightened on my arm, her breath hitching.
“Jenny—he’s drunk—he doesn’t mean it,” she stammered, but her voice wavered, her n*****s hardening as she glanced at him then back to me.
“Doesn’t he?” I snapped “Look at him. His c**k’s out, begging. You want this, Tara?”
“I—I don’t know,” she panted, her eyes wild with guilt and heat. “f**k, Jenny, I'm still so turned on— after you—”
“Good,” I snarled as I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, my tongue claiming her mouth
