“You remember when you went to a party with your classmates and you returned late?” she started, her tone cautious.“You hadn’t told me. Her voice was a mix of excitement and guilt. Desiporn Natasha’s moans echoed through the bathroom door, signalling her impending release.Lana felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal at the thought of Natasha finding satisfaction without her. Both girls flaunted their assets, revealing tantalizing glimpses of their cleavage. While Natasha indulged in her shower, Lana delved into her Instagram account. At first, they’re feeling a bit awkward. Then she climbs onto his lap. “I feel like you’re making excuses again today.” Natasha’s silence spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgement of her wrongdoing.As Lana wept, Natasha approached her, her tears mirroring Lana’s distress. Lana remained silent, stewing in a mix of anger
