Aaliyah’s confidence radiated as she pressed Malik back against the bed, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths along his chest. He shivered beneath her touch, his muscles taut, his breath hitching with every teasing stroke. Behind her, Ava’s voice was a soft murmur, guiding and encouraging. “Good. Let him feel it. Let him crave it.” Aaliyah’s smile was sharp as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Malik’s ear. “You belong to me tonight,” she whispered, her tone a blend of authority and promise. “Yes, ma’am,” Malik gasped, his voice trembling with need. Ava stepped closer, her fingertips grazing Aaliyah’s shoulder as she whispered, “Now, take it further. Test his limits. Make him remember you.” Aaliyah’s eyes gleamed as she turned back to Malik, her voice low and commanding. “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” he breathed, his body already surrendering. Her smile deepened as she settled over him, her movements slow, deliberate. “Good. Then let’s begin.”