Emma's eyes closed, her head tilting back to give Layla better access. The redhead's skin was pale and soft, a stark contrast to the harshness of the loofah. Layla felt a thrill of power as she worked the loofah over Emma's flesh, her strokes growing more insistent as she felt the tension in the other woman's body. She knew what Don wanted, what he craved, and she was eager to give it to him.
Emma's hand slid down, her fingertips grazing Layla's stomach before dipping lower, finding the warmth between her legs. Layla's hips jerked in response, her body betraying her own desire. She moaned into Emma's neck, the sound muffled by the water that surrounded them.
Don's hand tightened in Layla's hair, guiding her down, his eyes never leaving hers as she sank to her knees before Emma. He watche
