Her to join

Kimi look like one of those twitch streamers. Her face was a perfect canvas for shifting emotions. Disgust warred with something else, something primal. She watched, mesmerized, as you **** Chen's head down, muffling his cries against the cheap futon cushion.

"Get in," you said, your voice rough. "You wanted a show. Don't just stand there like a creep."

Kimi hesitated. Her perfectly glossed lips parted, then closed. She smoothed her blazer, a useless gesture. "This is insane," she whispered, but she stepped deeper into the room, the click of her heels loud in the sudden quiet. She stopped beside you, so close you could smell the jasmine perfume clinging to her neck.

"Touch him," you commanded, slowing your thrusts. Chen shuddered, a fresh wave of tears soaking the futon. "Go on. Remind him what he's missing."

With a trembling hand, Kimi reached out. Her nails, painted a glossy black, scraped lightly over Chen's quivering flank. He jumped, a choked sob escaping. A slow, vicious smile spread across Kimi's face. "Look at you," she cooed, her voice dripping condescending sweetness. "All dressed up like a little slut. Did you pick these panties yourself, Chen? They're your color. Fuck these are mine you perv." Her hand slapping his cheek hard.

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