My pussy was still wide open, slick and throbbing from being so close to coming, and I could feel her eyes on it like a touch.

Sarah didn’t move at first. 

She just sat there on the edge of the bed, robe slipping a bit more on her thigh, staring right between my legs with this half-smile that made my stomach flip. 

Then she reached over and gently pushed my knees apart again, not rough, just firm enough that I let her. 

“Embarrassing?” she said softly, her voice low and warm like she was sharing a secret. 

“Sweetheart, you look fucking delicious spread out like that on my son’s bed. ...