The faint milk stains on his shirt glistened under the dim lobby light, clear evidence to Nina's triumph, but now his focus was locked on the pale, voluptuous woman stepping forward with a defiant tilt of her chin.
Camila's plump, pale breasts swayed slightly as she moved, her pink nipples already pert and eager, a flush creeping up her neck as she met his gaze head-on.
"Alright, hotshot." Camila said, her voice brimming with a mix of bravado and anticipation as she planted her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out slightly. "You got Nina squirting like a damn fountain—let's see if you can work the same magic on me."
"...I'm not about to let her steal all the glory here. These girls deserve a shot too, don't they?" She gave her breasts a little shake, her tone teasing but her eyes flickering with genuine curiosity and a hint of nerves.