When Yasin returned to the next room with Sophia, who was glowing with vitality, it was already past 10 in the morning.
Clarissa, seeing Sophia walk in with Yasin, couldn't help but shyly lower her head.
Feeling the faint warmth between her thighs and the coolness of her panties, Clarissa instinctively pressed her legs tightly together.
For some reason, Clarissa now found it difficult to face Yasin and Sophia. Every time she saw them, the lewd and thrilling scenes from earlier would flood her mind uncontrollably.
Especially Yasin's monstrous cock and Sophia's wanton, moaning cries of pleasure made Clarissa fantasize about how it would feel if her own pussy were to welcome that thick, throbbing rod, enduring its storm-like thrusts...
Clarissa recalled the time she had gently inserted her fingers into her tender little slit, teasing herself lightly. The blissful, tingling pleasure was something she still remembered vividly...
