As Argider lay there, gasping and twitching from the intensity of her multiple orgasms, Esmeralda looked down at her with a cruel, satisfied smirk. She could see the bruises already forming on Argider's thighs, the red handprints on her ass where Esmeralda had gripped her hard during their relentless fucking. The sight sent a dark thrill through Esmeralda, a hunger for more.
She leaned back slightly, a sly grin playing on her lips as she locked eyes with Esmeralda. "You know, Esmeralda," she began, her tone dripping with mock admiration, "for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure do have an impeccable way of looking absolutely stunning when you're angry. Is it the lighting in this room? Or do you just naturally glow with all that pent-up rage?"
Esmeralda raised an eyebrow, her mouth opening for a sharp retort, but Argider held up a finger, cutting her off with a chuckle.