Ren barely blinked at the sight of the phone.
It didn’t matter—soon enough, Ross would have everything he wanted from her and fuck her long and hard, so this small challenge would pale in comparison.
"I did, but I shaved it recently," she said, her voice calm despite her rising heartbeat.
"When my monthly visitor comes, it can get messy, so I decided to keep it clean this time." Ren answered honestly.
Her fingers drifted downward as she began to tease herself, her touch gentle and deliberate.
She stroked the soft folds of her pussy, her movements slow as she adjusted to the sensation of being watched so intently.
Ross was the first man who had seen her pussy and now that she was even expected to play with it in front of him made the scene all the more intense.
Ross let out an appreciative hum, his grin widening as he recorded her every movement.
"You’re quite a sight, Ren," he murmured, his voice thick with approval.
His eyes traced every detail of her body, lingering on the virgin pussy before him.
Her tight pussy lips were closed together, hinting at the untouched nature of her pussy.
The delicate slit was small and pristine, and her clit, nestled under a soft pink hood, peeked out shyly.
Everything about her screamed innocence, and yet here she was, willingly baring herself to him.
Ross shifted in his seat, his arousal becoming increasingly evident as he continued to study her.
Just the sight of her untouched body, the idea of being the first to claim her, had him harder than he’d ever been.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze dark with lust.
Ren, however, remained focused.
Her fingers moved with increasing confidence, circling and stroking her most sensitive areas as she followed Ross’s unspoken command.
She could feel his eyes devouring her, but she forced herself to remain composed.
This was a means to an end—a desperate bid for freedom in a life that had offered her none.
"Good girl," Ross murmured, his phone capturing every second of her performance.
"You’ll get used to this. And trust me, it’s going to get a lot better from here."
Ren’s only response was a small nod, her fingers continuing their work as her mind drifted far away, clinging to the hope that this would all be worth it in the end.
"Hmmm..." Ren’s soft voice escaped her lips, a delicate, breathy moan that lingered in the air.
Her body quivered as she slowly lost herself to the growing pleasure of her own touch.
With her middle finger, she traced the sensitive slit of her pussy, the light contact sending a shiver up her spine.
She moved it up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her breaths growing shallow and uneven.
Her thumb occasionally circled her swollen clit, the added stimulation making her hips twitch involuntarily.
Each movement was measured, teasing, as if she were afraid of taking it too far.
Ren had always been cautious, even hesitant, when it came to her own body.
The thought of crossing a line—of slipping her finger inside her untouched, virgin pussy—filled her with a strange mix of fear and longing.
Even in the privacy of her own room at home, where no one could see her, Ren had never dared to explore further.
Whenever lustful thoughts consumed her, she only allowed herself the barest touch, never venturing deeper.
It was as if an invisible barrier held her back, a self-imposed restraint she couldn’t explain but felt compelled to follow.
Still, the sensations were overwhelming. The heat between her thighs grew more intense with each passing second, and her slick pink folds ached with unfulfilled need.
Despite never going beyond the surface, the teasing was enough to send waves of pleasure rippling through her body, leaving her trembling.
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Her breaths turned into soft, shaky gasps.
"Ahhh… ohhh… hahhh…" Ren’s moans filled the quiet room, sweet and unrestrained.
She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her free hand gripped the sheets beneath her, grounding herself against the mounting pleasure.
She could feel herself building closer and closer to the edge, her body on the verge of giving in completely.
Yet, even in her pleasure-filled haze, she couldn’t shake her wariness.
Her eyes darted briefly toward the door, half-expecting someone to burst in at any moment.
It wouldn’t be the first time her privacy had been interrupted.
Ren thought back to all the times her bodyguards had been just a step too close, ruining her chances of exploring any real intimacy.
Whether it was a stolen kiss with a handsome stranger or even a quiet moment to herself, they always seemed to find her, as if they were trained to know her every move.
Ren’s decision to approach Ross Oakley was a calculated move, fueled by a desire for both luxury and liberation.
She recognized his wealth and power, symbols of a life far removed from her own constrained existence.
The image of Oakley, a man capable of commanding the attention of almost a dozen beautiful women, spoke volumes about his confidence and influence.
Ren yearned for a similar sense of freedom, a chance to break free from the gilded cage her parents had constructed around her.
She saw in Oakley a potential key to unlocking a life of opulence and independence, a life where she could finally shed the shackles of her past.
She prayed that her daring gamble would finally give her what she wanted.
"If you’re worrying about your bodyguards, don’t be. Let’s just say they’ve been… decommissioned for now." Ross’s smirk was smug, his confidence unwavering as he leaned back in his chair.
His voice was low and smooth, almost playful, as if he found amusement in Ren’s wary glances at the door.
He chuckled softly and shifted his attention to the video he was recording, the phone in his hand held steady as it captured every detail of the scene.
Rising from his seat, he closed the distance between them, bringing the camera closer—so close that the lens was mere inches from her glistening, flushed folds.
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