"I bet she's wet," he suddenly said with a sneer, and Rachael blushed into the sheets, feeling her index finger churn at his words.
Meanwhile, with a sign from his hand, Aaliyah handed Miles the bottle of oil she had been holding. Taking it from her, Miles slowly walked from the right corner of the bed, pouring a clean, thin stream of oil on Carolina's back shoulder as he trailed it down to her ass, then down to her legs.
"Hmmmmmmm."
Carolina hummed, enjoying the tickling sensation of the oil dropping on her skin and sliding between her cheeks.
To the side, hearing her mother exhale a light sigh of satisfaction, Rachael swallowed and involuntarily gripped the sheets with a tense sense of anticipation. Her pussy was wet just from her mother's breathing. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long to feel the same thing.
