Chapter 50: Amara Helps Me Deflower Serena and Thea at the Airport

After the intense night of confessions and boundary-pushing, the journey back to Copenhagen felt like a sobering afterthought. The drive was smooth and uneventful, the kind of monotony that made every passing mile feel longer than it was. Dropping off the rental car was quick, and soon I found myself slouched in the sterile purgatory of the airport lounge, lukewarm tea in hand.

The crowd around me was lifeless, a sea of zombie-like travelers glued to their phones, clutching overpriced sandwiches, or blankly staring at departure boards. It was as if the energy had been drained from everyone in transit, myself included. This wasn’t just a pause between destinations - it was a holding pattern, a waiting room for life itself.

Then I saw her.

A ray of sunlight illuminated a jaw-dropping set of massive tits, straining against a tight white top that plunged into an impossibly deep cleavage. My eyes locked onto the smooth, tanned skin, unable to look away even as the black-haired Mediterranean beauty casually flipped a page in her book.

She shifted slightly, crossing her legs, and the motion revealed her hard, pointy nipples poking through the thin fabric, daring me to imagine why. The AC? Or something more intriguing? My cock twitched, my boredom obliterated in an instant.

I grabbed my tea and made my way over, sliding into the seat next to her with just enough confidence to catch her attention without coming on too strong. She was in her early thirties, probably Italian or Spanish, short and lean, dressed fashionably in a way that exuded quiet sophistication. Yet everything about her radiated a sensual sexuality, her curvy frame the embodiment of female fertility.

“Not much to do here but watch planes and people, huh?” I said, my voice casual but laced with intent.

She glanced up, and her eyes met mine - deep brown and intense, flickering with mischief. Her black, perfectly manicured eyebrows arched slightly as her full, dark red lips curved into a broad, sultry smile. “And which one were you watching?” she asked, her tone teasing, her flirty expression utterly captivating.

“Planes, obviously,” I shot back, shifting closer to her. “Though now that you mention it, you’re a lot more interesting.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to my cock. Her top shifted slightly as she leaned back, and I couldn’t help but notice how she pressed her massive tits tighter against the fabric, making her cleavage even harder to ignore. “Flattery already? Bold move.”

“Not flattery if it’s true,” I said, letting my eyes flick briefly to her chest before meeting her gaze again. She caught the glance and smirked, the kind of look that told me she knew exactly what she was doing - and she didn’t mind one bit.

Her eyes dropped straight to my lap, locking onto the thick, pulsing outline of my erection. She didn’t just glance, she stared, her lips parting slightly, tongue flicking over them like she already knew exactly what she wanted. When her gaze dragged back up, her smirk was pure sin.

“Didn’t think I’d have a guy’s cock straining this hard just by sitting here,” she murmured, voice smooth, teasing, full of wicked amusement. Her knee nudged mine under the table, subtle but deliberate, her perfume wrapping around me like a taunt.

I let my smirk stretch, shifting slightly so my bulge pressed against my jeans, making sure she saw how well-endowed I was. “Didn’t think I’d have a girl eyeing my dick like she’s already weighing her options,” I murmured, voice low, thick with heat. “But here we are.”

Her laughter was slow, deliberate, her fingers tracing her lips before toying with the wedding ring on her left hand. She didn’t hide it, if anything, she flaunted it, tilting her hand just enough for the gold to catch the light, like she wanted to be sure I noticed.

I arched a brow, my gaze flicking between her smirk and that little flash of gold. “Please. It’s an airport,” I smirked, dragging a nail up her bare arm, watching the goosebumps rise. “Cheating doesn’t count here. It’s practically tradition.”

She let out a low chuckle, swirling her drink before taking a slow sip, her tongue flicking over the rim of the glass like she knew exactly what she was doing. “So, what? Like duty-free shopping?” She met my gaze, playful, daring. “Pick up something expensive, enjoy it, leave it behind before you board?”

I let my eyes trail down, settling on the way her tits strained against the thin fabric of her top. This time, I didn’t bother looking away. “Exactly. No baggage, no regrets.” I let the words hang, my smirk widening as my gaze lingered. “Just the fun part.”

Her nipples, stiff and prominent, jutted against the fabric, teasing me with their hardness. The way she sat, her body angled just enough to give me a mouthwatering peek at the delicate lace bra underneath, a flimsy excuse for restraint that barely contained the heavy swell of her jugs.

“Uh, so this cheating tradition...” she murmured, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. Then, like she was determined to wreck whatever shred of self-control I had left, she slipped a finger under the lace edge of her bra, tugging it down just enough to let her nipple peek free. Warm brown, perfectly stiff, standing out against her smooth, olive-toned skin like an open invitation.

“ ... how does one go about that?” Her eyes met mine, dark with challenge, lips curling as if she already knew exactly what my answer would be.

I let my smirk stretch, my gaze flicking between her lips and that barely covered nipple. “Simple,” I said, voice steady. “You get up, find a quiet corner, and see if the cock you just made this hard follows.”

With deliberate slowness, she stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The motion caused her tits to shift, her top straining against their weight, the lace edges of her bra barely peeking out. My eyes followed every movement as she turned, giving me a perfect view of her tight ass. Her hips swayed with every step, the hem of her skirt revealing just enough to keep my focus locked on the delightful curve of her cheeks.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her smirk still firmly in place. “Well?” she said, her tone casual but her eyes smoldering with anticipation. “Are you coming or just going to sit there and squirm?”

I was on my feet before she’d taken another step, the ache in my cock demanding satisfaction as I followed her into the quieter section of the terminal. Her hips swayed hypnotically, the subtle jiggle of her ass and the teasing glimpse of the crack beneath her short skirt driving me to the edge.

When she stopped in a tucked-away corner and turned to face me, the tension snapped like a live wire. Her dark eyes burned with raw desire, her chest heaving as if she couldn’t wait any longer. This stacked goddess was begging to be taken, her massive tits daring me to grab them, her slick pussy waiting to be filled. The wedding ring on her finger might as well not exist, her entire body screamed for sex, for release, for me.

Without a word, I grabbed her waist and pushed her firmly against the cold, hard wall. My body pressed into hers as my hands slid down to her hips, feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric. Her tits crushed against my chest, full and impossibly soft, her hard nipples digging into me through the thin fabric of her top. She gasped, her eyes widening for a split second before her lips found mine, hot and urgent. The kiss was electric, her mouth opening eagerly to meet mine, her breath mingling with mine as my cock throbbed against her hip.

My hands slid down, gripping her sexy, firm ass hard under her short skirt, the round, luscious flesh filling my palms perfectly. The hem rode up under my touch, exposing even more of her smooth, olive-toned thighs as I pressed her harder into the cold wall. She let out a low, needy moan, the sound vibrating against my lips as her hips shifted against me, the heat of her body searing through the thin, teasing barrier of fabric between us.

Her hands brushed over the bulge in my jeans, making me groan as her fingers traced the outline of my cock. “Mmm, nice!” she murmured, breaking the kiss just enough to smirk up at me. “Is this thick tool ready for more?”

“I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight,” I growled, my voice raw with hunger. My hands slid under her top, pushing upward toward those massive tits that had been driving me insane since the moment I saw her. When my fingers found her stiff, sensitive nipples, she gasped, her back arching into my touch. “You’re such a slut,” I whispered against her ear, my tone dripping with mockery. “So desperate for a real cock because your husband has no idea how to satisfy you.”

Her breath hitched sharply as I gave her nipple a firm tug, her soft whimper stoking the fire between us. Her body pressed tighter against mine, her hips grinding against me with desperate need. “Admit it,” I growled, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me. “You love being fucked like the cheap, cheating slut you are.”

“Fuck, yes! Take me,” she whispered, her voice trembling and raw, her body shuddering under my hands. “My husband’s a useless wimp.”

Spurred on, my hand slid down between her legs, my fingers deftly undoing the button of her skirt. She shimmied out of it in one swift motion, peeling off her soaked panties with the same urgency. The sight of her perfectly petite pussy, her smooth, glistening folds dripping with arousal, sent a bolt of heat through me, almost making me lose control.

“Jesus, you’re perfect,” I said, my hands sliding over her bare thighs as I knelt in front of her, unable to resist the urge to taste her. Her pussy was delicate and inviting, the tiny nub of her clit swollen and pulsing with arousal, ready to be taken between my lips.

“God, yes ... eat that pussy,” she breathed, her voice trembling with urgency, her hips tilting forward to offer herself fully. I buried my face between her thighs, gripping her hips to keep her steady as I sucked her clit into my mouth, letting my tongue flick and swirl over the sensitive bud. Her thighs tightened around my head, her breath hitching with every stroke of my tongue. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I licked and sucked, every desperate sound she made driving me wilder.

Her body trembled, her hips grinding against my face, chasing her release with frantic need. When I slid a finger into her dripping cunt, her slick heat clenched around me, and her moans turned into a sharp, broken cry. I curled my finger inside her, then added another, pumping them in rhythm with my tongue on her clit.

Her thighs tightened like a vise around my head as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy spasming hard around my fingers. She came with a scream, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably, every moan and cry pushing me closer to the edge of my own restraint. I didn’t stop, drawing out every last spasm, her cunt clenching and fluttering around my fingers as she finally collapsed against the wall, trembling and utterly spent.

When she finally stilled, her chest heaving and her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, she glanced down at me with a wicked smile. “Fuck, you are good! My husband wouldn’t even know where to start,” she murmured, her hand already sliding to my belt, her fingers working the buckle with deliberate ease.

I stood, letting her free my cock at last. Her eyes widened as it sprang free, thick and straight, the prominent veins pulsing along its length. She wrapped her fingers around me, her touch firm but reverent, her lips parting as she stared. “Holy shit ... I’ve never seen one this big before,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she knelt, her eyes locking onto mine as she wrapped her delicate hands around my thick shaft eagerly.

Her mouth was hot, wet, and eager, and the moment her lips wrapped around me, the sensation hit like a lightning strike. I groaned, my hands tangling in her dark hair as she took me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft with a rhythm that made my hips twitch. The sight of her, kneeling there with her mouth working me, was so intensely erotic I felt the pressure building almost immediately.

“Ahh, yes ... gonna blow, babe!” I groaned, my voice raw with need, but she didn’t let up. Her hand stroked the base of my cock, her mouth focusing on the head, her tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made my knees weak. Every movement pushed me closer, her pace deliberate but relentless, dragging me to the brink of release.

My groans grew louder, my body coiled tight, the need for release overriding everything else. Her lips sealed around the sensitive head, her tongue teasing mercilessly, and I felt my hips jerk forward as I hit the edge of control.

But just as I was about to explode, she pulled away, her lips parting from me with a soft, wet sound that sent a shiver down my spine. She had stopped at the perfect moment to leave me stranded on the brink, teetering helplessly on the edge. My cock throbbed in the sudden cool air, twitching, desperate for her to finish what she’d started.

A choked, desperate “Noooo!” tore from my throat, raw with frustration as the pleasure was yanked away. My whole body seized up, muscles locking, the unbearable ache of denied release making me tremble violently. My cock pulsed angrily, standing thick and aching, every nerve in my body screaming for the release she had just stolen from me. The betrayal was so sharp it was almost unbearable, my breath ragged, my entire body left quivering, aching, trapped in the cruel torment of unfinished ecstasy.

But before I could voice my protest, she rose to her feet, her gaze locking onto mine with a look so hungry, so raw with lust, it made my heart slam against my ribs. Without a word, she turned, placing her hands firmly against the wall and arching her back, presenting her beautiful ass to me with explicit invitation. Her legs parted just enough to reveal the flushed pink petals of her pussy, aroused and inviting, vividly contrasting against her dark, tanned Mediterranean skin. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes smoldering, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Put it in already,” she demanded impatiently. “What are you waiting for?”

Not that I needed the invitation, my lust pitched so high I would have taken her with or without consent. I surged forward, my hands gripping her hips harshly, pulling her roughly against me with desperate, uncontrolled need that betrayed my loss of control. My cock brushed against her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy teasing me with anticipation. With a powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her soaking cunt, groaning loudly as her walls clenched tight around me, gripping me like a hot, wet fist. Nothing compares to that first push, the raw, primal pleasure of feeling a female body struggle to adapt to my massive thickness, stretching open around my invading shaft.

She was clearly enjoying the sensation just as intensely. The sound of our mutual groans echoed softly in the quiet corner of the terminal, mingling with the wet, rhythmic slaps of our bodies colliding. Her back arched even more dramatically, hips eagerly pushing back to meet my thrusts as I started to move, slow at first, savoring each inch as she tightened around me.

The pace didn’t stay slow for long. The heat between us exploded, primal and uncontrollable, my thrusts quickly becoming harder, faster, merciless. Her moans turned into sharp cries, fingers clawing desperately at the wall as I hammered into her from behind, my cock hitting deep, sensitive spots that made her shudder and gasp, the tip pressing right up against her cervical opening each time I bottomed out, filling her completely.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” I growled, my voice thick with raw, uncontrolled lust. Her pussy felt incredible, gripping me nearly as tight as a virgin’s, leaving me stunned she could still feel this snug deep into her twenties. Was it due to lack of experience, or was her husband just pathetically undersized? Either way, I wasn’t complaining, and made sure she knew it. “Holy shit, you’re tighter than an inexperienced teen; you sure your husband’s cock was even inside you?”

Her cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath my hands as her climax neared. I felt her walls tighten around me, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her moans dissolving into desperate, breathless whimpers.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice cracking. “Fuck, I didn’t even know it could feel this good ... my husband’s dick is so pathetic in comparison ... God, you’re stretching me like never before ... Please, don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I pounded into her faster, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, my own release surging closer with every stroke. The tension in my body was unbearable, every nerve on fire as the need to come overwhelmed me.

Her body stiffened suddenly, a high-pitched moan tearing from her lips as she came, her pussy clenching around me in tight, rhythmic spasms that sent a surge of heat ripping through me. The sensation was overwhelming, each wave of her orgasm gripping me tighter, her inner muscles milking me in a way that shattered my control.

My thrusts grew erratic, every stroke driven by pure instinct as the pressure inside me reached a breaking point. My body tensed, my hips slamming against hers as I surrendered to the pulsing heat coiling at my base. With a deep growl, I exploded, the release crashing over me like a breaking wave. My cock throbbed violently, each powerful spurt flooding into her as my balls tightened, emptying everything I had.

She shuddered beneath me, her moans softening into breathless gasps as her body trembled with the lingering aftershocks of her climax. My head fell forward, my forehead brushing against her shoulder as I caught my breath. Every muscle in my body slackened, yet a smoldering heat still coursed through me, alive with the intensity of what we’d just shared. My hands moved to her tits, cupping their soft, perfect fullness, savoring the way they fit against my palms.

I let myself bask in the afterglow, the echo of her cries still ringing in my ears. The world beyond us felt distant, reduced to the rhythm of our ragged breathing and the raw, unspoken connection still pulsing between us.

Then, a faint noise shattered the bubble around us. A sharp intake of breath. The soft creak of a shoe shifting on the floor. My head snapped up, and my gaze shot toward the shadowed corner.

That’s when I saw them.

Two young girls stood there, barely adults, their eyes wide and glued to us like they couldn’t look away. They were frozen in place, but their posture betrayed a different story. There was an unmistakable energy between them, a blend of hesitation and arousal, as if they had stumbled into something forbidden and found themselves unable to leave.

My partner’s gaze followed mine, her breath now calm as a sly smile played on her lips. Completely unbothered, she tilted her head, her dark eyes gleaming with playful mischief. “Well, well,” she murmured, her voice carrying a trace of intrigue. “Looks like we’ve had company in our little adult airport entertainment.”

I looked more closely. The bolder of the two, standing slightly ahead of her friend, was almost brazen in her stance. Her breath came quickly, her chest rising and falling in short, uneven gasps, and her lips parted just enough to reveal the tip of her tongue, as if she hadn’t realized she was panting softly. Her hands hovered near the hem of her cropped tank top, her fingers twitching like she was moments away from pulling it off entirely.

Her tits, small but perfectly rounded, strained against the thin fabric, her stiff nipples poking visibly through the material. The dip of her narrow waist and the subtle flare of her hips were accentuated by the snug shorts hugging her form, their high cut revealing the smooth, bare skin of her long, toned legs, which seemed to shimmer faintly in the dim light.

Her face was striking, delicate but unmistakably aroused, framed by a cascade of chestnut-brown hair that spilled over her shoulders. Her wide hazel eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, blinked slowly, betraying her dazed, heated state. Her gaze lingered on us - no, on me! Her eyes fixed on my still half erect, glistening cock, her expression wavering between shock and unmistakable curiosity. She looked like she was struggling to keep it together, but the way her lips parted and her body subtly leaned forward made it clear she was losing the fight.

Behind her, the second girl stood with a hand clasped to her chest, as if trying to steady her erratic breathing. She was the curvier of the two, her full hips stretching the high-waisted jeans that clung to her like a second skin. Her loose T-shirt couldn’t conceal the generous swell of her tits, much larger than her friend’s, round, heavy, and perfectly shaped, their outline unmistakable even through the fabric. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, innocent pink, and her trembling lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Her blonde, curly hair framed a heart-shaped face that seemed angelic, with soft, delicate features and an almost untouched quality. Her nervous blue eyes darted around, unable to settle, glancing between me, my partner, and her bold friend. Yet, her gaze kept drifting downward, lingering on my exposed cock before fluttering away like a startled bird, only to return moments later as if compelled by something she couldn’t resist. Everything about her screamed innocence, virginity wrapped in nervous curiosity.

Her shyness only amplified her magnetism. The pink flush on her neck deepened with every unsteady breath, her parted lips trembling as though she could barely contain the storm of sensations coursing through her. Her thighs pressed tightly together, the tension in her body obvious, while her fingers clutched the strap of her bag with such force her knuckles turned pale. Every movement, every hesitation, betrayed a raw, unfiltered arousal she didn’t yet seem to understand.

My partner, ever the bold one, didn’t seem fazed at all. “I’m Amara,” she said, her voice still trembling with the lingering effects of her climax. “And who are you?” She leaned casually against the wall, her nakedness on full display, completely unashamed. Her dark eyes gleamed as she studied the two pretty girls, amusement glinting in her gaze.

The brunette hesitated, her hazel eyes flickering nervously to her friend before replying. “Serena,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the slight tremble in her hands. “And this is Thea,” she added, gesturing to the blonde, who managed a shy smile in return.

“Nice to meet you both,” Amara purred, her hand drifting down to her own bare body instead of Serena, her fingers trailing across her slick folds before scooping a glistening bead of cum and lifting it lazily to her lips. “Now, this stud here with his fat cock...” she added, “ ... is someone I didn’t even have time to ask for his name yet, but fuck, he knows how to use it.”

“Tom,” I managed to choke out, my voice strained from the intensity of her grip on my quickly stiffening dick. I felt utterly exposed under the wide-eyed stares of the two pretty youngsters, their gazes darting between my face and the unmistakable arousal Amara had wrapped in her hand.

Serena flinched but recovered quickly, her hands brushing nervously at her sides. “We didn’t mean to...” she started, but her words faltered as Thea tugged gently at her arm.

“We should go,” whispered Thea, her innocent, blonde features marked by hesitation, her voice trembling.

But neither of them moved.

“Stay,” Amara purred, her smile widening, wicked and teasing. “We don’t mind having gorgeous young chicks watch, do we?” She turned to me, her eyes glinting with mischief.

I didn’t reply, too focused on Thea. Her hands fidgeted, one brushing her waist, the other grazing across her chest, her palm sliding over her tits as if unaware of the motion. Her gaze darted downward more than once, lingering on my glistening cock, her lips parting slightly as though the sight alone had stolen her breath. She shivered, her thighs pressing together tightly, her breath catching as Serena took a tentative step forward.

Amara moved closer to them, her voice soft and knowing. “You’re curious, aren’t you?” she asked. “It’s okay to admit it.”

Serena glanced nervously at Thea, who stood frozen, her flushed cheeks deepening to a vibrant pink. She bit her lip, hesitating before nodding faintly. “I ... I guess,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her gaze flicked to me, lingering on my throbbing shaft, her wide hazel eyes betraying a mix of fascination and arousal.

Amara stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as though coaxing a skittish animal. “It’s okay to be curious,” she said gently. “We’ve all been there.”

Her words melted the tension, and she turned back to me, wrapping her hand around me with deliberate ease, gently stroking my shaft as she presented it openly to the girls. “Go ahead, touch him, it’s an impressive tool,” she said, her tone playful yet inviting. “You’re old enough, right?”

Serena’s eyes widened. “Of course, I mean, we’re adults, right?” she remarked, the spark of excitement in her tone unmistakable. “But I’ve never ... Are you saying I can actually...?”

“Of course you can touch him,” Amara replied smoothly, nodding toward me. “You don’t mind, do you?” Her gaze flicked to mine, and I shook my head, my throat dry at the sight of Serena’s hesitant yet eager expression.

The innocent, barely legal teen stepped closer, tentative but determined, until she stood directly in front of me. Her hands hovered in the air, her breath shallow and uneven, before she finally reached out. Her tiny fingers brushed my throbbing shaft lightly at first, her touch soft and hesitant. I groaned low, the sound rumbling in my chest as her hand began to explore, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

“It’s ... so warm,” Serena murmured, her voice trembling with innocent fascination. Growing bolder, she wrapped her delicate hand more firmly around my cock, fingers sliding slowly along the thick, veined shaft, eyes wide with awe. “It’s ... really big,” she whispered, her grip tightening slightly as she explored every ridge and contour. Her cheeks flushed even deeper with each curious stroke, clearly captivated by the raw heat and masculine hardness filling her hand.

Thea watched, her big blue eyes fixed on the scene, her lips parted as though she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Amara turned to her, offering a gentle smile. “You can touch him too,” she said softly, taking the girl’s hand in hers and guiding it forward. “He’s exceptionally well endowed. Trust me, you probably won’t get your hands on a nicer cock anytime soon.”

For a moment, Thea remained frozen, her eyes darting nervously between her friend and me, but Amara’s calming presence seemed to reassure her. Slowly, she stepped closer, her hand trembling just a little as she reached out. Her fingers grazed my shaft, featherlight, barely there, yet enough to send a fresh surge of heat through me. The look of shock and fascination lighting up her pretty face only intensified the thrill.

“It’s ... getting harder,” she squeaked, her voice tinged with virginal innocence and disbelief.

“That’s the effect you’re having,” Amara said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Keep going, and you’ll see for yourselves.”

I felt myself stiffening under their hands, growing harder and thicker as they explored. Having these two delicious virgins stroke my penis in a corner of an airport, was beyond exciting. Serena’s cheeks flushed a deeper red as she noticed the way my cock pulsed in her grip, and she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

“Isn’t it way too big to fit, you know, down there...?” Thea whispered, her wide-eyed innocence making the words even filthier.

Amara chuckled, a sultry mix of amusement and experience. “Oh, it’s perfect, more than perfect,” she purred, her fingers trailing along my shaft like she was savoring every inch. “So much better than my husband’s pathetic little shlong, that’s for sure. Honestly, I’ve never had one better.”

She turned to me, her smirk dripping with mischief. “And after she’s spent so long stroking your cock, don’t you think it’s only fair you get to feel her up too?” Her smile was pure temptation. “She couldn’t possibly deny you now, Tom!”

I didn’t need more encouragement. My hands moved instinctively, sliding up under their shirts, the warmth of their skin soft and electric beneath my palms. Serena gasped, her back arching slightly as my fingers grazed her ribs and moved upward, finding the curve of her perky tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my thumb brushed against her stiff nipple, drawing a sharp inhale from her lips.

Thea shivered as my other hand slipped under her loose T-shirt, exploring the soft expanse of her stomach before moving higher. She froze for a moment as my fingers found her bra, then exhaled shakily as I cupped her breast through the lace, feeling its fullness beneath my palm. “Fair is fair,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire, and her wide blue eyes met mine, her lips parting as though she wanted to protest but couldn’t find the words.