Even as she protested, her body betrayed her. She swayed slightly closer without noticing, warmth radiating from her skin, teasing every sense. Every small movement, a shift of her hips, a flutter of her lashes, and the rise and fall of her chest pulled at me, stoking desire through every fiber of my being.
“How can I not?” I murmured, struggling to keep my gaze anchored to hers, though my eyes inevitably drifted downward to the soft rise of her half‑exposed breasts and the delicate curve of her thighs.
Vera caught me staring again and shifted, her movements small but restless. Both hands moved instinctively, one stayed to shield her chest, her palm trembling as it covered both n*****s of hers, while the other slid down to guard her most private part. Her thighs pressed together, as thou
