Sky turned around, slow, like a bomb about to go off. Gloria was still on the floor, her hair a mess, thighs glistening with her own damn orgasm, trying to catch her breath like she’d just run a marathon, but the second she saw Sky’s face?

The air shifted.

Sky took one step forward.

Then another.

Her voice came out low and deadly, like a fuse hissing before the blast.

“What the fuck was that, Gloria?”

Gloria blinked, still breathless, but the brat in her didn’t back down. She pushed herself up to her knees, then stood, tits out, chin high, shameless as ever.

“What!”

Still naked. Still damp. Still...