Vicarious Pleasure

Gianna catches the plan right away. Liya brought her out here to fix her up with a man, but two can work the same trick. She lets Liya settle on the bed, then leans close and says the words flat. If Liya wants to watch, she can watch, but only if she stays close enough to feel it. Christian stands ready. Gianna sinks to her knees and takes him in her mouth, slow and steady, letting spit run down his shaft. Every few strokes she looks up at Liya, daring her not to blink. Liya’s robe slips open at the chest. Her tits hang heavy, nipples tightening in the cool air. Gianna rises, turns, and bends forward. Christian presses in from behind, the slide thick and deliberate. When he pulls out, slick and shining, Gianna turns and swallows him again, tasting both of them. The rhythm stays unhurried. She keeps her eyes on Liya the whole time, inviting without a single extra word. The air grows heavier with every pass of skin on skin, every wet sound, every held breath. Christian’s hands grip Gianna’s hips, guiding her back onto him, while Liya watches without moving, breath caught low in her throat.