"Smooch."
Sharia pressed her lips against her master's, silencing him with a deep, passionate kiss.
The other girls, who had been eagerly touching him, froze in place as jealousy flickered in their eyes, watching her take the lead. They instinctively tried to move closer, feeling desperate for their turn. But Sharia wasn't willing to share—not yet. She pushed them away, her body already burning with desire.
She had always been the most sensitive one among them, and now, she couldn't hold back any longer. Her heart pounded wildly as a longing she had suppressed for so long, finally broke free. She wanted Flynn to treat her as a woman—to do all the dirty things men and women did in bed.
She slowly pulled away before she leaned into his ear.
"Please, Master… I need you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Right now."
