Lucas's voice, raw and primal, cut through the silence. "Now, get on all fours, you mare. I want to feast on your pussy." His words carried the hunger of a predator who had finally cornered its prey. Mia, without hesitation, dropped to her knees, assuming a doggy-style pose. Her back arched provocatively, her bottom thrust high, exposing her wet, gleaming p***y. From the other side of the bed, I watched, my eyes half-closed, but my mind acutely aware of every detail. A sticky, warm liquid oozed from my own p***y, tracing a slick path down my thighs. My body felt alien, beyond my control; my breath came in ragged gasps, n*****s hardened, and a strange tremor ran through me. Yet, I remained frozen, making no sound, no movement, merely observing, as if an intoxicating spell held me captive.
