“Does this arouse you, sweetheart? Watching Malyr fuck?” I shook my head. It didn’t. It couldn’t! “Yes, it does.” The torment of his fingers slipped lower as he stroked over my cunt, circling their tips around my drenched entrance. “Goddess help me, you have no idea the kind of scent you’re giving off right now, Galantia. It’s driving me insane, that wetness between your thighs.” He wiggled the tip of his boot between my feet, forcing them apart. “Spread your legs, sweet thing.”
