Astrid gulped as her gaze panned between Erik's expression and his cock, lodged between Emily's pale ass cheeks. "R— Really?" she asked with suppressed but obvious excitement. She'd never imagined herself doing anything even remotely like this… but now that she was here, she wanted it.
"Of course," Erik grinned suggestively. "I will always be her master, but tonight, you are also her mistress. You bought her for me after all, remember?"
To her own surprise, Astrid felt her naked lower body twitch when Erik named her Emily's mistress for the night. Slowly, a grin spread on her lips, and she glanced back at Emily's pleasure-addled, unfocused expression buried in the bed's linen just below her own ass. The dark-haired goth clearly wasn't listening to them.
