Pam: Part 8 (Pam awakens)
Kaori leans in close again, the taste of Riley’s cum still fresh on her lips, slick on her tongue.
She doesn’t hesitate—she kisses them deep, moaning softly as she licks into their mouth, mess and all. Riley barely has the strength to respond, but they kiss her back instinctively, whimpering into the kiss, dazed and fucked-out.
When Kaori finally pulls back, her mouth wet, her eyes alight, she grins down at them.
“You know, Riley,” she purrs, brushing some of the cum from their cheek with her thumb, “you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re dominated—especially by me.” She lets out a little wicked chuckle. “Nobody ruins you like I do.”
Riley tries to say something, but all that comes out is a garbled sound between a breath and a whine. They slump deeper into the chair, eyes glazed, still twitching from the aftershocks.
Kaori doesn’t give them time to recover.
She reaches into the drawer beside the armchair—where she knows Riley keeps their favorite toys—and pulls out the one that makes them melt the fastest: the dark purple plug, the one with the perfect curve and the quiet, devastating buzz.
She slicks it quickly and expertly, then nudges their legs apart. “Stay still,” she whispers, kissing their forehead as she guides it in.
Riley gasps—sharp and high and utterly helpless.
Then—“Ohhhhhh…”
Their back arches, hips lifting slightly as the plug settles into place and begins to hum softly inside them. Kaori holds it there for a moment, watching their face twist into something desperate and beautiful. She kisses them again—softer now, just at the corner of their mouth.
Riley finally opens their eyes, unfocused but wet, and whispers—
“I… I love you, Kaori.”
Kaori freezes—just for a breath. Then her smile softens, not teasing this time. She strokes their hair, kisses their temple, presses her forehead to theirs.
“I know,” she whispers. “And I see you. Every trembling inch.”
She lets the toy keep buzzing, low and steady, while she wraps her arms around them and holds them close.
Pam is still nestled between Ashley and June—naked now, warm and flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, her breasts glistening from all the attention. But her eyes… her eyes are somewhere else entirely. Wide. Wild. Glued to the other side of the room.
Kaori and Riley’s scene has left her speechless—Riley soaked and gasping, Kaori’s mouth wet from the kiss, the plug still humming between Riley’s thighs.
It feels nothing like watching porn. It feels like being initiated.
Pam licks her lips unconsciously, still trembling a little. “That was… oh my goodness.”
Ashley kisses her shoulder. “Yeah, it was.”
Pam turns to her, breath catching. “I want to do more. I—I want to learn how to do that. How to make someone feel that good.”
June brushes some hair from Pam’s cheek, gaze soft but electric. “You want to try topping?”
Pam hesitates, if only for a millisecond.
“I want to make you cum,” she whispers to June. “Can I try?”