Mia stared, mouth open. Jake looked furious… and hard.
Victor turned me so my back was to his chest. One arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him. His other hand slid between my legs.
“Already wet,” he murmured against my ear, loud enough for them to hear.
“Your p***y is dripping for a man who actually wants you.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside me.
I moaned, head falling back against his shoulder.
He fingered me slowly at first, then faster, curling them deep while his thumb rubbed my c**t in firm circles. Wet sounds filled the room.
Jake shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his own c**k visibly straining in his pants.
Victor didn’t stop. He added a third finger, stretching me, f*****g me with them while he kissed my neck, biting gently.
“Look at your ex, Sophie,”
