Chapter 78 The Night Before My Wedding (4)

• I sat frozen on the bed, my slip clinging to my sweaty skin, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free. Hailey was still on her knees, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she leaned closer to Richard. Her tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, tracing the pink cap of his huge dick. A soft hum escaped her lips, like she was savoring it, and then she took him into her mouth, her head moving with a confidence that made my eyes widen.
• I couldn’t look away, even though part of me screamed to. Hailey’s lips slid down his length, smooth and steady, her hands braced on his thighs as she worked him with this… skill that was almost hypnotic. She was good—like, shockingly good. The way she moved, the little moans she let out, the way Richard’s head tipped back with a low groan—it was a performance, raw and unapologetic. My jaw was still somewhere on the floor, my mind reeling. I’d known Hailey forever, but this? This was a side of her I’d never seen, and I couldn’t believe how effortlessly she owned it.
• My thighs pressed together, the heat between them pulsing harder, my body betraying me as I watched. I was supposed to be shocked, maybe even stop them, but all I could do was sit there, caught in the spell of it, my breath shallow and my thoughts a mess.