Barry's voice cracked, his words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. His fingers clenched the closet doorframe so tightly his knuckles turned white, his body trembling with a mix of shame and twisted arousal.
"Kate... please... I beg you..." His voice was raw, almost broken, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. "I don't blame you... I know I can't satisfy you as he can... but please... let me watch. I need to see it. I need to see you... with him."
Kate's breath hitched, her body trembling as she rode the waves of pleasure. But then, her voice took on a sly, almost mocking tone, her words slurred with lust and something darker—something calculated.
"But... Barry..." she gasped, her voice dripping with a mix of pleasure and cruel amusement, "Jack... doesn't know anything..." Her hips bucked wildly as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
