'Hmmm...'
Steve noticed it then—
Fiona's eyes, flickering up ana about him as though she was mildu puzzled... In this case, she was, since his eyes were fixated on the system interface which she still couldn't see.
A quiet chuckle nearly escaped his lips, but he caught himself.
'Of course.' he thought.
'Noone else can see the interface besides me. I can't let that slip.'
His gaze shifted back to Fiona. She was still breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, her skin glistening with sweat.
Her eyes traced slowly from his cock back up to his face— as her face reddened with a blush.
'Oh, Stevian…' she thought, her lips parted, eyes locked on his.
But then, taking a soft sigh, she flickered her eyes away as she moved- adjusting herself, her full breasts rising as she sat up slightly.
Steve's eyes followed them—round, heavy, flushed, her nipples still stiff and glistening. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, pooling gently in her marvelous cleavage.
