Cassius's smirk deepened, his eyes blazing with hunger as he prepared to push her underwear aside, his cock poised to thrust into her.
Vivi also braced herself, her body tensing in anticipation, ready to embrace him, to feel him claim her in the most intimate way.
But just as he began to move, he froze, his hand gripping his cock tightly as he turned his head toward the door, a flicker of alertness crossing his face.
Vivi blinked, confusion washing over her.
The room was silent, no sound of footsteps or knocks, yet he remained still, his expression shifting to one of wry amusement.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice hesitant, tinged with disappointment as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Why did you stop, Young Master?"
Her pussy still throbbed, the heat of his teasing strokes lingering, and the sudden halt felt like a bucket of cold water dousing the flame that had been building within her.
Cassius turned back to her, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
