Greg's jaw tensed, but Cammy simply smirked. She leaned in closer, letting her fingers trace the line of his jaw, her breath warm against his lips.
"Don't look at it," she whispered. "Just look at me."
She let her hands drift lower, her fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat of his body beneath.
"I need you to stay still while I suck your dick, grab my hair if you want to. I want Duncan to see that you are enjoying it. After that I want you to fuck me in doggy, slap my ass, and pull my hair. Be rough and act like you can't get enough of me. Can you do that for me?"
Greg gulped hard, he could already imagine everything as she was explaining what she wanted him to do to her. He smirked and started kissing her neck. "Oh Babe, I don't need to act all those. Because it's everything that I wanted to do to you, I will never ever get enough of you."
