Pam: Part 5 (Kaori turned on)
June stands slowly, lips still wet from Pam’s climax, cheeks flushed with heat and pride. She gives Ashley a lingering glance, then leans in to kiss Pam’s temple—soft, lingering, reverent.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers. “Don’t move.”
Pam gives a dazed little nod, still catching her breath, sprawled across the couch like someone who has just been struck by lightning—and liked it.
June disappears down the hallway, bare feet silent on the wood floor. A few moments later, a drawer opens, followed by the soft rustle of fabric… then the unmistakable humming and buzzing noise.
When she returns, the room goes still.
She is wearing black lace—barely there, just enough to frame the curve of her hips, the soft rise of her breasts, the tattoos that twist like wildflowers along her ribs. The delicate straps hug her narrow frame just right. The look is all hunger and defiance, like she has just come from a forbidden photoshoot and doesn’t care who sees.
Kaori inhales sharply.
She has been lounging next to Riley on the armchair, quiet and aroused, one hand idly stroking Riley’s thigh while watching Pam get slowly undone. But the second June appears in that lingerie, Kaori sits up straighter, eyes raking slowly down, then up again.
“Holy fuck,” she murmurs, mostly to herself.
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June gives her a playful smirk, holding up the vibrating dildo like a prize. “Miss me?”
Kaori is already halfway off the chair. “I don’t care who you were planning to use that on—I want to fuck you. Right now.”
June laughs—low, teasing—but her eyes flick to Pam.
Pam, still lying across the couch, wide-eyed, legs slightly parted, gaze pinned to June’s body like it is the only thing in the world.
June looks back to Kaori, stepping close enough for her to smell the perfume lingering on Kaori’s collarbone.
“I’m flattered,” June whispers, brushing her lips close but not touching. “But she needs me first.”
Kaori bites her lip. “You’re killing me, brat.”
“I know.”
Then June turns, swaying just enough for effect, and walks back toward Pam—every motion deliberate, every curve on display. She kneels between Pam’s legs again, toy in one hand, free hand caressing her trembling thigh.
“You ready for another first?” she murmurs.
Pam’s breath catches. She nods slowly, still spellbound. “Yes. Please.”
Kaori can’t look away.
June is a vision—kneeling in that strappy black lace, teasing Pam open with gentle kisses, soft threats, and the slow hum of the toy pulsing in her hand. Every flex of her thighs, every shift of her back, makes Kaori ache.
She slides one hand down between her legs, under her robe, her fingers moving fast—rough, needy, nothing delicate left in her. She bites her lip, hips rocking slightly as she imagines June bent over, moaning for her, begging with that bratty mouth of hers, mouth full of Kaori’s fingers, not Pam’s name on her tongue but hers.