I and Laila were squatted on our knees between Nogard’s legs, his erect manhood inches away from our lips. In spite of the humiliation we were just subjected to, I can smell Laila’s swelling wetness, mingling with Nogard’s stronger fragrance. Laila had come a long way since she had protested: “We are exogeologists, not your playbots.” Her body was oiled with sweat, breasts pinched red, nipples tweaked hard, and girl-blossom spread open. Her hair was piled up—letting a few strands flow free, while her cheeks were gleaming with his spilled nectar.
My rear was sore but my body, too, achingly remembered his lingering fingers on my girl-flower when I was crouching on all fours in front of him.
A siren blared, followed by a toneless female voice: “Verpa is entering the orbit. Ten minutes to land on Gamorroh.”
He lifted up our eager faces by our chins.
“I wanted to test who blushes prettier while being shamed,” he said with amusement, “the winner would have received the ‘great honour.’ But we’ll have to postpone the competition for now. Get ready for the hike.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b40xi0/who_blushes_prettier_while_being_shamed