Continued!

Elena doesn’t let the moment linger. She moves forward, her heels clicking against the floor, and grips Lila’s hair, her fingers tangling in the strands before yanking back. Lila gasps, her head snapping up, her throat exposed, ****. “On your feet,” Elena orders, her tone icy, brooking no argument.

Lila obeys instantly, her legs unsteady as she rises, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, her nipples hard little points beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. The client’s breath quickens, his gaze raking over her, lingering on the way her pussy glistens, the way her thighs tremble.

Elena presses a finger to Lila’s lips, silencing any sound before it can escape. “Obey,” she whispers, her voice a dark caress, her breath warm against Lila’s ear. Lila’s eyelashes flutter, her body swaying slightly, her legs spreading wider on their own, her hole aching, empty and needy. The client doesn’t waste time.

His hands are on his belt before Elena even steps back, the leather hissing as it’s pulled free, the clink of his zipper loud in the quiet room. His cock springs free, thick and veiny, already flushed dark with blood, the tip slick with pre-cum. He doesn’t bother stripping further—just grips Lila’s waist, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks, and lines himself up.

“Fuck her,” Elena says, her voice dripping with dominance, her eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive.

The client doesn’t need to be told twice. He thrusts forward in one rough motion, his cock burying itself to the hilt inside Lila’s tight, dripping cunt. She cries out, the sound muffled against her own hand, her body jolting with the **** of it. Her walls clamp down around him, her pussy fluttering, already **** for more.

He doesn’t give her time to adjust—just pulls back and slams into her again, his balls slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. The room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the squelch of her arousal, the sharp gasps torn from Lila’s throat.

Elena watches, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her gaze flicks between the client’s cock disappearing into Lila’s pussy and Lila’s face, twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. Lila’s moans grow louder, more ****, her body rocking with each thrust, her tits bouncing with the **** of it.

The client’s grip on her waist tightens, his fingers bruising, his breath coming in harsh grunts as he fucks her like he owns her. And in this moment, he does.