Wonhee’s oblivious to the girl burning holes into the back of her head as she admires Sophia’s abs. Megan doesn’t seem to mind, her hand rests over Sophia’s stomach. The elder keeps her calm, heart pounding as her eyes search the crew, hoping to get a look at you. Your arms are folded, simply leaning against the wall. 

Sophia exhales, looking away immediately. Her mind’s rushing over thoughts, too loud to focus on what Wonhee’s saying. Yoonchae translates for them, but Sophia only clenches, signalling for Megan to keep the conversation going. Wonhee’s fussing, already asking for a routine, but Sophia can’t seem to keep her calm. 

You begin to walk towards them, catching Megan’s eyes, giving her the same terrifying smile as last night. You can see her shiver, fumbling her words as her eyes switch between you and the girl from ILLIT. Oh. You greet the girls, smiling as you make your way behind Sophia. Your chin rests on her shoulder, nails already coming up to scratch her abdomen lightly. Sophia’s breath stutters. 

Wonhee doesn’t seem to notice much, already busy with Yoonchae. Sophia has to bite down her lip to stop whimpering, and Megan’s looking at them like a lost puppy. “Pathetic,” You whisper in her ear, Sophia’s fingers curl up into fists. You slap the hand that tries to reach up your skirt away, looking at Megan to behave, but she only pouts. Your hand wraps around her throat, and her vision goes dizzy. 

A soft peck, no one’s suspecting anything. “Behave.” Megan’s eyes shine, smile full of mischief. 

Sophia’s already pressed against the headboard, begging to undress you. Her eyes aren’t working on you, and Megan keeps giving her that stupid smug smile that makes her want to pull you both down and just— 

“Focus.” Your lips press against hers, and Sophia’s hands shoot up, curling around your waist, trapping you against her. Your hand cups her breast, squeezes till she moans and pushes her off. “Did you like the attention, hm?” Sophia shakes her head immediately, already trying to go in for another kiss. 

You straddle her, slowly tearing the shirt off her body. You turn towards Megan, “c’mere, pup.” Megan follows, kissing up your neck. Your hands wrap around hers, choking softly, the way she likes, “whatever you need,” Megan barely manages to mumble out. Your hand quickly takes the tie off Megan, turning your attention towards Sophia once more. 

Before Sophia protests, you’re tying her hands together, putting them over her head, making sure she gets a good view of your back arching in the process, and god she hates not being able to touch, you know that damn well, better than anyone else. 

Megan lifts your arms, taking your shirt off, so she can go back to your breasts. “Fuck, puppy, just like that,” your back arches, giving Megan more space to take what she needs. Sophia’s watching, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. She sees the smirk on your face. She hates it, she wants to wipe it off you so bad, she’s going to—

Megan goes behind you, gently laying you over Sophia so she can position herself over your entrance. “Baby? Can I?” She leans over to whisper, too far gone, already tapping it against your entrance. You gasp, nodding. She taps it harder against your entrance, making you use Sophia as support. 

“Megan, fuck,” Whispered as you’re kissing Sophia, as she’s trying to shove her tongue down your throat. Sophia growls, hands already struggling to not break free. Megan thrusts in, so, so full. “S’tight. Shit, shit, babe,” Megan whispers, falling forward. “That’s it, keep going,” You whine out, saliva mixing with Sophia’s. She’s fucking dying, her cock throbs. 

“Yeah, just let me fuck you,” Megan whispered into your ear, she knows what that does to you. Your head falls into Sophia’s chest, and Megan decides to go hard. “Don’t think about her, think about me, how my cock stretches you out, princess. Made to take this, aren’t you?” 

Jesus Christ, your eyes are barely opening. Your stomach presses against Sophia’s now hard cock, grinding against it as Megan slams into you from behind. “Oh, fuck, like that,” Sophia whimpers into your ear, knowing how riled up it gets you. 

Megan’s nails dig into your hips, pressing you harder into Sophia. “You wanna fuck her, Laforteza? Hm? I know that look. Maybe you should start whining less and begging more.” Megan switches up so fast, your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“You see how she takes this dick? Such a good little slut for me, and me only, isn’t she?” Megan’s hand comes down on your ass, making sure it turns red, till you can only whimper out a yes to please her. “My good girl, doing so good princess.” 

Sophia growls out in rebellion, demanding for herself to be untied so she can show Megan how it’s really done. “At least I wasn’t letting other people admire my body while my girl watches,” Megan hisses, pulling your head back by the hair so Sophia can clearly see your eyes crossing. 

“Meg, I won’t last long, shit,” You moan out, and Sophia clenches her wrists. Don’t you dare. “Hold it, princess.” God, the things Megan’s voice does to you, especially when she’s slamming into you like she’s been wanting this for ages. “Tell her how good and deep I fuck you,” Megan smirks, kissing the spot beneath your ear as she looks straight into Sophia’s eyes. 

“So good, c—can’t think. You’re so big, Meg, too big,” You whine out, finally clenching around her. “Can’t hold it,” Megan smirks at your words, reaching out to rub your clit, calling you her good slut as she makes you look right into Sophia’s eyes as you cum. 

Megan doesn’t let you rest, strokes your stomach as you collapse back into her lap while secretly untying Sophia. 

You’re fucked. 

Sophia’s hands reach out, “You’re such a tease,” Sophia growls against you, taking her cock in her hands, tapping it on your pussy, hitting your clit. Your hips jerk upwards into her. “Sophia, it’s so big, I can’t, god…” 

Sophia was so much bigger than Megan’s, the teasing was all fun, but holy shit she was going to make sure you weren’t able to sit. “I know, baby, I know, but you can take it, okay? Now get on your hands and knees.” Sophia bites down on your ear. 

When she finally enters you? Fuck. “Fuck, you’re so tight. God, it’s gripping me so well—” Sophia moans into your neck, hands coming down on your ass. “Be a good slut f’me please, wanna cum in you, wanna make it up to you, please baby.” Sophia whines, and Megan smirks at her condition. 

Megan’s nails scratch against Sophia’s back as Sophia ruts into you, getting the poor girl whinier. “Please, baby I never wanna pull out, it’s so tight… fuck, how did Megan do this, Jesus.” Sophia couldn’t keep her words under control, not when she was so close. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum? You know the magic word.” You smirk, biting your lip as Sophia’s moans get louder in your ear. “Please, please I’ll be so good. I’m stretching you out so much, so much better than Megan, please tell me, god I’m yours, you’re mine, just let me nut in you, please.” Sophia begged so pretty, both you and Megan had your eyes sparkling. Megan’s hand came down on Sophia’s ass, putting her right back in place. 

“Been hard for so long, you’re both so hot, ugh, I can’t help it, just wanna fuck you over and over.”

“Yeah? You like fucking her while I watch? That’s what I thought.” Megan fuels the flame. 

“Go on baby, take what you need.” Sophia growled hearing your words, speeding up her thrusts. “Feels so good, should’ve done this so much sooner, I’m all yours, just want your pussy, all the time, just wanna be good for you both, won’t let anyone look at me again like that.” Sophia whines, eyes getting dizzier. 

She made sure to not pull out as she came, collapsing onto you, a little tired, heaving. You flip yourselves over, giving Megan a little peck before you both turn to a now wrecked Sophia. 

Megan was pining on Sophia for the longest time ever. Every dance practice, every interview, at any time, she was staring, really really staring, and thinking about all the intimate ways that she could have her. Which was also unrealistic, at least she thought so. 

Sophia didn't realize either, or at least Megan truly hoped she didn't. But it wasn't something new. Even Lara teased her for “having the hots for our leader” or “Megan needs someone to tell her what to do so bad that her eyes shine when Sophia is bossy.” 

But Megan tried to really put all of this like a simple crush, like the one she had on Daniela for a few weeks, only because she got a bit demanding when they were practicing and she started to feel like a puppy around her. 

Realistically, she was always looking for a way out of Sophia, and in the end, she always came back to her like a running dog. 

That was until they were all alone. 

Sophia was driving Megan home, and she was talking, all happy, enthusiastically, while Megan only was able to say a few hums here and there. 

Not because she wasn't interested 

But because Sophia was wearing really tiny clothes, driving, her hands on the wheel, around it, and all that Megan could think about was her fingers wrapped around her throat. 

Sophia realized and of course she did, she was their leader after all and a good leader duty was to be aware of everything in her surroundings when it came of her girls, and she did her job very well, annoyingly well. 

“Megs, baby, are you okay?” She asked, and the nickname sent shivers down Megan's spine. 

“Oh.. yeah, Soph, I'm just lost in thoughts..” Megan said, simply, not wanting to drag on the subject

“You always do this face when you're thinking too much. What's wrong, baby? You can talk to me.” Yeah, she wasn't going to be let out of this too soon, not when Sophia was so stern about her. 

She was always careful, and so gentle with Megan, and the younger girl tried to just convince herself it was Sophia's way of caring for her, of being there, even when Megan really thought she was getting dumb about how Sophia treated her. 

It was so easy to have her wrapped around the older’s fingers, it didn't always take long to Megan disassociate while letting Sophia soft talk with her and treat her like a real baby. 

Megan hated how easy it was.

It wasn't even something Sophia seemed to do on purpose. She would lower her voice just a little, tilt her head with that patient expression, and suddenly Megan felt seventeen again, caught doing something she shouldn't.

"Megs?" 

She blinked, realizing she'd been staring at the dashboard instead of answering.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize every time you drift away." Sophia smiled softly, eyes returning to the road. "I'm just making sure you're okay."

Megan let out a quiet laugh, more nervous than amused. "You worry too much."

"I literally get paid to."

"You don't."

"I practically do."

That earned a real laugh from Megan.

The silence that followed was comfortable for exactly twelve seconds before Sophia spoke again.

"Something's been on your mind for weeks." Megan's stomach dropped.

"You've been quieter during rehearsals. You keep zoning out whenever I talk to you one-on-one." Sophia tapped her fingers lightly against the steering wheel. "Did I do something?"

"No." The answer came too quickly. Sophia noticed.

"Megan." There it was again, that calm, steady tone that somehow made Megan want to confess every embarrassing thought she'd ever had.

"No, seriously," Megan said, rubbing the back of her neck. "You didn't do anything."

"Then what is it?"

She couldn't exactly say; I keep imagining you way more than I should, and every time you're close to me my brain completely short-circuits. 

Megan didn't even realize when Sophia stopped the car in front of her house.

The one she shared with Lara, the one that was empty because Lara had decided to travel to see her family, the one she was pretty sure was going to hear her screams into the pillow because she was definitely going to suffocate herself as soon as she entered her safe space again. 

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable, Megan?” And Megan was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice when Sophia's gaze darkened for a few seconds or the way her voice dropped down a few octaves while asking that question. 

Megan blinked.

"What?”

“You heard me.” Sophia simply said and that made Megan's brain shatter. 

It wasn't anything like the soft Sophia that usually over explained everything she had ever said. 

"You... no?!" Megan let out a nervous laugh. "You do not make me uncomfortable, Fifi. I'm just kind of tired, I think. From all the training and—"

"Bullshit, Megan. I know you."

Megan's mouth snapped shut.

"I know when you're exhausted. I know when you're distracted. I know when Lara's annoyed you, when rehearsal went badly, when you're about to cry before you even realize it yourself."

Sophia leaned back against her seat, crossing her arms loosely.

"So don't insult either of us by pretending this is just because you're tired."

Megan stared down at her own hands, twisting her fingers together until her knuckles ached.

"I..." she started. Nothing came out.

Sophia simply watched with the same unwavering patience she'd always had, though there was something dark beneath it now. Megan didn't realize it.

"You've been avoiding looking at me," Sophia continued, like she was fact pointing. "Whenever it's just the two of us, you seem like you're somewhere else entirely."

She stretched her body, pushing the car seat backwards until it reached the limit it could, so she could turn her body towards Megan that felt smaller than she really was. 

Megan stared at her, like really stared. 

Sophia was shining from accumulated sweat, even though the air conditioning was on. Her muscles were defined from all the effort of the day. Her hair was so pretty and defined, falling in her shoulders. She looked obscenely divine. 

Not even a single catch of breath that Megan did, tiny gasps as she tried to regain composure, passed by unnoticed by Sophia. 

Then she made a bold move. Her hand moved to Megan's face. 

Her fingertips hovered for the briefest moment, silently asking permission before settling against Megan's cheek.

Her palm was warm.

Her thumb rested lightly beneath Megan's cheekbone, brushing once in a gesture so gentle it almost undid her.

"There you are," Sophia murmured as soon as Megan's eyes went wide, her puppy face all over, as she was begging for something that she knew exactly what it was but couldn't say it out loud. 

“Talk to me baby… what is going on in your beautiful and stupid little head?” Megan blinked a few times, surprised. 

What the fuck was that? Did she misheard it? What she was saying? It couldn't be possible.

Megan's legs pressed together in an involuntary movement, parting her lips as if she was really thinking about saying something and staring, just staring, into Sophia's eyes. 

They were darker than usual, and that scared the hell out of her. 

“Oh.. I… Um…” 

"You can't even look at me for more than a few seconds before you forget how to speak."

Heat rushed straight to Megan's face.

"I can speak."

"Can you?”

She opened her mouth to prove it.

Nothing came out.

Sophia's smile widened just enough to notice.

"I thought so.”

That was diabolical, Megan thought. Whatever the hell Sophia was doing, she was doing it on purpose.

Or maybe she wasn't. 

Maybe this was just Sophia being Sophia, attentive, patient, terrifyingly observant, and Megan was the one reading too much into every look, every word, every lingering second of eye contact.

That had to be it. Because realistically?

She had never entertained the possibility that Sophia could be interested in her. Not really.

There was the age gap.

The fact that Sophia was their leader.

The countless reasons why crossing that line would be a terrible idea.

Besides… Megan wasn't even sure Sophia liked women. 

Sophia's thumb remained resting against Megan's cheek, still enough that the absence of movement somehow felt more intimate than another caress would have.

"You think too loudly," Sophia said after a moment. 

Megan thought about the hundred things she could say to Sophia at that moment.

You're making me horny. No, too direct.

This is too intimate. Sounded too harsh.

I don't know what you want from me. That sounded good actually. 

But instead, she just whispered, voice low and soft. “I don't.. I don't understand it.. you..” 

Sophia's brows furrowed, a bit confused at first, but her eyes opened up a little while looking into Megan's. 

"I think," Sophia said, holding her gaze without flinching, "you understand me just enough to know exactly why you're so flustered.” 

Oh.

Oh.

Sophia had noticed.

Fuck.

Shit, shit, shit.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Megan had spent months convincing herself that no one could possibly tell. She'd planned to swallow every lingering glance, every racing heartbeat, every impossible thought until they disappeared on their own.

If they never did...

She would have carried them to the grave before risking everything by saying them out loud.

"You know I'm not dumb, Megan."

Sophia's voice was calm, almost impossibly so.

"I'm older. I've lived a little more than you have." The corner of her mouth curved into the smallest smile. "And everything you're feeling, I felt it when I was your age."

Megan's breath caught.

"But..." Sophia continued quietly, "I had the courage to admit it."

"You..." Megan swallowed. "What are you saying?"

"I never wanted to make you feel cornered," Sophia said, not responding to it directly. "That's why I waited."

"Waited?"

"I still don't know if I'm reading you correctly," Sophia admitted, her voice softer than before. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. So I'm not going to put words in your mouth."

Her hand slowly slipped away from Megan's cheek, giving her the space to lean closer or farther away.

"I'm only going to ask you one question."

Megan's heartbeat hammered against her ribs. She was so sure Sophia could hear it. 

"When you look at me… What is it that you're trying so hard not to tell me?”

The exhale that left Megan's lips was desperate.  Before she could lose her nerve, she leaned forward.

It wasn't graceful. It wasn't planned.

It was impulsive, desperate, terrifying.

She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to Sophia's.

For one suspended heartbeat, the world disappeared.

Megan's mind screamed that she'd made the biggest mistake of her life.

She was already pulling back, panic flooding her chest.

"Oh my God—"

"Megan." Sophia just said, calmly. 

Megan couldn't bring herself to look up.

"I'm sorry," she rushed out. "I shouldn't have—I know you're my leader, and I know this changes everything, and I—"

"Megan."

This time, Sophia's tone carried just enough firmness to make her stop spiraling.

Slowly, Megan lifted her gaze.

Sophia was looking at her with an expression Megan had never seen before.

It wasn't long before Sophia pressed their lips together once again. 

It was soft. Sophia's lips were so soft, so calm and deliberate that made Megan whimper on the spot. 

Their noses brushed, a feather-light touch that made Megan's breath hitch. She could feel the warmth of Sophia's tongue that calmly made her way towards the tiny gap their mouths produced while moving. 

Megan's fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of her own jeans, grounding herself against the overwhelming rush of emotion. She had imagined kissing Sophia countless times, but nothing had prepared her for how gentle she would be.

She could feel the warmth of Sophia's breath mingling with her own, each slow inhale and exhale shared in the tiny space between them. The kiss lingered, unhurried, their lips moving with hesitant familiarity as if they were learning each other. 

Then Sophia parted her lips, demanding, her tongue was then placed between her lips, slowly sucking on them, which caused such an obvious whimper that it was almost pathetic for the younger girl.

Sophia only smiled, listening to her and wanting more, so she pressed her tongue against Megan's. That made her brain scream, not only her brain, but also letting out a soft sound. 

It was like she was never touched by a woman before. 

And honestly, it was nothing like Sophia touched her. 

She was so damn soft. So gentle, but also, her grasp was firm. Her hands were firm on Megan's sides, pressed on her waist, and for a second, she lifted her up. 

Fuck how was she strong? Megan didn't even know that Sophia could have that much strength in her. 

When she realized, she was basically being manhandled by Sophia towards her lap. And the lips parted for a few seconds but not for long because soon enough, the older girl was attacking Megan's red and full mouth. 

If the first kiss was experimental, that kiss was dirty. Sophia kissed with hunger, mouth open, tongue directly towards Megan and taking her inside. 

It was so warm and in contrast to the cold in the car, it gave goosebumps all over the younger girl's body. 

Sophia could feel it, her skin warming up, not only that, but she was bold also, handsy, the fingertips darting away from the hem of the shirt and grabbing firmly against Megan's hips, the nails really digging into them. 

It wasn't until Sophia backed a bit away from the kiss, that Megan realized that she was grinding on her lap. That made the older girl laugh. 

It was a mean laugh, a laugh that made Megan's core hurt, pulse, a wet dot becoming uncomfortable in her underwear. And also look so ashamed of how horny that made her. 

“Oh baby… Are you horny? So soon? I didn't even do anything to you..” Sophia said, a condescending tone, looking at Megan's eyes with a mocking pout on her lips 

“I… Soph..” Megan tried to say, anything, really get out of her chest, but she couldn't. It was impossible. 

“Or is that.. you wanted me for so long that now you can't even think straight mhm?” She asked obviously rhetorical. “How many girls have you fucked, Megan?” 

Oh.. that was.. something.. 

“I.. I don't know? What is this question?” Megan asked, and she didn't know if she was just dumb from the kiss or if it was really an absurd question. 

“I want to know, because I will teach you how to be better for them… You're so sloppy, such a cute little and stupid girl. You only think about yourself…” Sophia tilted her head to the side. 

“Not even a few minutes of kissing and you're already grinding on my lap baby… You need to know how to give a woman her pleasure, and I'm going to teach you how to do it. Ok?” 

All that Megan could do was nod dumbly while looking at her. 

And that was how she ended up in the position she was right now. 

Sophia was on her bed, sprawled, legs opened. She was fully naked and her body was so fucking devine, Megan just wanted to dive in and kiss her, drag her tongue all over her body. 

“See, baby.. Megs, pay attention, right?” She commanded and once again, just a dumb nod from the younger girl. 

Sophia's hands dragged towards her own body. It rested on her breasts for a second, provoking her hardened nipple, teasing it, drawing circles around it until she felt it was enough to go down on her legs. 

She parted herself even more, always looking into Megan's eyes that shine in anticipation. Megan was sitting in the bed, on her knees practically, her hands resting on her thighs in a fully submissive position, not taking her eyes off of Sophia's body for even a second. 

That made Sophia's body hot all over it. It was perverted, Megan was her apprentice, her younger girl since the first day. But she was always very perceptive of everything that surrounded Megan. 

How tall she was, but in comparison, how easily gullible and so easy to intercept. To corrupt, manipulate. She always thought about this, she touched herself thinking about this, and now she couldn't believe it was finally happening. 

She slid her fingers easily against her folds, not so wet, but enough to drag around her entrance, gaining more of that slick to go back to her clit. 

“Look, Megs.. Like this, it's better when it's slow.. Can you see how wet I get when I touch myself with soft circles?” Her voice was breaking a little, gasping a few times, rubbing in tiny movements around her sensitive nub. 

“I like to enjoy.. I don't like desperate touches. That just makes.. oh, fuck. That makes you look like a needy little whore, and we don't want that.. right?” Megan's eyes filled with tears while looking at Sophia. 

She nodded, but Sophia didn't like that answer. 

“Words, baby.” 

“Y-yeah.. yeah Fifi.. We don't.. we don't want that..” Megan's voice was in a blink of desperation, but she didn't want to look like that. She wanted to be good. She needed to be good. 

“Good girl baby, now I'm going to touch myself for a few more minutes.. god, so you can look.. and then.. you'll get your turn..” 

Megan nodded eagerly, watching attentively. 

Sophia's fingertips darted, pressing her clit in a continuous pressure that didn't ease up, but it didn't accelerate either, it was almost as if she was so consistent but it was hard when it was on herself. 

She felt herself sometimes slip up, getting frustrated, her moans suppressed by the way she was biting her lips, and that moment lasted so much on Megan's mind even though it was only a few tiny minutes. 

It was only when Sophia was frustrated enough from her almost orgasms, that she let go of her hand, guiding Megan towards her own body. 

“Come, baby, now you're going to do exactly as I taught you. Remember everything, if you're not good, I won't be letting you touch me anymore.” Megan whimpered at the thought, a small pout forming into her mouth. 

She made the decision to be on her best behaviour, she needed that so bad, she needed to be good to Sophia. 

Megan's body laid on top of hers, her knees becoming a steady place for her body as one of her arms. Her hand laid out, getting in the middle of the legs almost immediately because she really couldn't handle much provocation. 

Sophia was really grateful for that because she didn't think she could handle it either. 

Megan's fingers traced the lips, gaining the slick in her fingertips, almost moaning as to how much Sophia had become wet. She slowly started to rub the digital around her pussy, until it reached where Sophia needed the most. 

Her clit was already sensible and it gave her a bit of a spasm when Megan touched it there. It was experimental, a deliberate but slow ache that grew in her stomach as Megan's fingers tried to replicate her exact moves. 

It was perfect. Sophia's mouth was open, moaning quietly, tiny gasps and soft sounds coming out of her throat, looking into Megan's eyes, an approval. 

That made Megan's touch more bold, she pressed a little bit more, creating more friction there, and that made Sophia grab her arms immediately. 

Megan opened up her eyes wide in her direction, looking as if she made something wrong. But the view was so obscene she could cum just from watching it. 

Sophia had her brows furrowed, eyes closed, lips parted and panting loudly. Chest moved as her breath became more hitched and her nails were digging into her flesh as her life depended on it. 

“That's.. fuck Megan, that's it princess.. touch me exactly like that.. fuck, don't.. keep it like that..” Sophia's voice was on a brink, she was becoming more and more needy. 

It was like music, actually, better than music. 

Nothing could ever top the needy moans that Sophia Laforteza could let out in your ear during sex being so demanding and bossy. 

Megan continued exactly like that. She didn't dare to move the slightest of her fingers. 

She pressed, she circled, she made enough friction on Sophia's clit that now she was drowning in wetness. Slick being created so fast that it was pathetically easy to rub with the amount of pressure that she needed. 

The pit that grew in her stomach was big enough that her eyes created tears, spitting them out practically, opening up them so that she could look at Megan, nodding frantically, desperately. 

“Yes baby.. yes, yes, I'm going.. shit, I'm going to cum ok? Please.. don't stop.. I'm going..” That was enough, the warning was enough. 

“See how wet.. how wet I am for you.. God, I'm going to cum all over your fingers..” Sophia was such a talker, a smooth one, her voice was so warm and gentle still, but desperate, needy, it was raw. 

That made Megan's blood boil, she could only look at Sophia so enchanted that she didn't knew what to do with herself. 

Sophia came in an intense move. Her sounds stopped for a second, mouth parted until she collapsed fully, her body trembling, legs shaking around Megan's. 

Her nub was so sensible that it pulsed right into Megan's fingertips, and it was a pathetic sight. A sight so diabolical that it was impossible not to look. Actually, she didn't knew what to look. 

If she watched Sophia falling apart, her face, or her cunt. 

When she finally came down from her high, her hands went down to grab Megan's, stopping her movements. 

“That's it baby.. you were perfect..” Megan's ears perked up at that, looking at her like a puppy, a happy one.

“You.. you think I was a good girl?” Megan asked and Sophia laughed, ridiculous at how that question sounded. 

“So much of a praise huh?.. You were a good girl, my love. So good, I'm going to let you use your tongue on me, ok? You deserved it. It's something you earn from me, a reward. Don't grow accustomed to it.”