Claire obeyed, feet planting wider, fabric bunched at her waist. Her smooth, pink pussy was on full display—swollen lips glistening, clit peeking out, a thin string of arousal already dripping toward her thigh.

Marcus’s cock strained visibly against the orange fabric. “So fucking perfect. Pink and untouched. I bet it’s never even had a real man’s tongue on it.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Touch it. Spread those lips for me. Show me how wet you are inside.”

Her fingers shook as she reached down, parting her slick folds. The cool air made her clit throb. Marcus’s eyes were locked on every detail.

“Slide two fingers in,” he ordered....