Sarah watched from the side, still turned half-away but unable to fully look away. Her breath caught as she saw Lisa's expression—head thrown back, lips parted in continuous soft cries, cheeks flushed a deep rose, eyes glassy and unfocused. The way Lisa's body arched into Andrey's touch, the way her fingers clutched at his shoulders like she was afraid to let go—it was intense. Overwhelming.
In her mind, Sarah thought 'That's... so intense... Lisa's face looks like that... completely lost in it. Am I going to make the same face later...? Will I look that vulnerable? That... needy?'
Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, a sharp ache blooming low in her belly.
Andrey gently eased Lisa back against the couch cushions, letting her catch her breath. Lisa's chest rose and fell rapidly, small whimpers still escaping as aftershocks rolled through her. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead—tender, reassuring—before turning to Sarah.
