Diana was a mess—her face slippy, her hair disheveled, and her frustration evident as she kept licking and sucking Lucas's cock against her will. Her movements were clumsy and chaotic, as though her body was rebelling against her mind.
Lucas, still playing the concerned victim, glanced at Maya. "Mom, stop recording. I think we've got enough," he said, his tone a mix of authority and fake empathy.
Maya hesitated but finally stopped the recording, lowering the phone with a faint sigh. "Are you sure? This was getting… interesting."
Lucas ignored her comment, focusing on Diana. With a calm, almost sinister expression, he leaned forward and muttered, "Alright, Diana. You can talk now."
As soon as the mental command released her, Diana snapped. She glared at both Lucas and Maya, her voice dripping with venom.