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Her eyes widen, and I laugh.
“You didn’t think I was only going to let you come once, did you? Babe, please, women are better than that. I want you to fuck yourself with your cream and mine inside of you as you come all over this floor… with your friends right outside of this door.”
She swallows but reaches down and slowly strokes her pussy.
“Lean back with your pussy in the air and let me watch your greedy little hole.”
Whimpering, she does as she’s told, her legs spread so wide I can see her engorged clit and dripping hole. She rubs her clit as I watch before pushing her fingers inside of her, lifting her hips to fuck them. Her moans fill the air with the musk of her cunt.
“I don’t think I can come again,” she cries out, and I watch her pussy clench around her fingers, betraying her words.
“Liar, you can and will.”
Nodding, she speeds up, flicking her clit before fucking herself. Her moans increase, and a moment later, she comes all over her fingers, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
I hop down and pull my dress down. Turning, I rub the mess on my mouth away. When I look back at her, she’s pressed to the wall, panting, with her fingers still buried inside of her as she watches me in shock and confusion.
“Good girl.” I smirk. “Don’t bother cleaning yourself up. I’m not. I’m going to walk around this party with my fingers smelling like your pussy and your saliva inside me.”
She nods again like a good girl. No wonder Cyrus plays with her so much. She follows orders well, making this almost too easy. But who said business can’t be pleasure as well?
I leave the bathroom with her on her knees, her lips coated in my cum and her makeup smeared. Tugging down my dress, I freeze as I stare at the painting hung in the hallway.
She’s there with a rich-looking man in a suit—her father, I’m betting—a sour-mouthed woman with pearls and a tight conservative dress... and Walker. Fuck. She’s his sister? Well, I guess I’m keeping it in the family.
Shaking my head, I walk towards the rest of the party to spring the second part of my plan.
Embarrassment.
I wait for the perfect time to let him know what I’ve done.
