His face turned red, but he didn't back away, instead, he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his breathing quicker now, chest rising and falling as he stared at us both, eyes darting between our bodies like he couldn't decide where to look first.

Isabella moved closer to me, her hand sliding down my back to cup my ass, squeezing it possessively, and she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"See, Adrian? Anabella's pussy is so wet from me fingering her—want to feel?"

Adrian's cock hardened fully then, tenting his boxers obscenely, a wet spot forming at the tip where pre-cum leaked, and he...