Recalling that night, she created a scene in her mind where she lay next to Miles and Cassie crossed over Hannah's body to stroke Miles' cock.
Thinking about it, she felt stupid rather than jealous.
She covered her mouth even more tightly as she watched the next scene.
Left with no choice as she withstood Miles' gaze, Cassie trembled slightly, blushing as she slowly pulled up her shirt.
Focusing his eyes, Miles watched the hem withdraw against her skin to slowly uncover two plump, sweet-looking treasures.
Biting her lip nervously, Cassie pulled her shirt over her small, perky breasts, presenting them before his eyes with a flushed face.
"Damn."
Miles cursed under his breath as he saw them.
His cock twitched in his pants, and he held his breath just to tame it.
Noticing his flexing, curved, thick cock had recovered its rigidity, Cassie stared wide-eyed at it as she came to a realization.
'Did it straighten back for me?'
