Whose Fault?

"My soft little hands are touching my sensitive parts now. The one you like most… Aah… Aah. Oh, Babe… I am imagining that you are the one touching me now, rubbing my skin with your hot expert hands. Uhmm… Aah."

Matthew:"..."

Tristan:"..."

Those last words coming from Zhen-Zhen caused the already frozen two men unable to think and be tongue-tied, a rush of heat was spreading throughout their bodies. Suddenly, they were sweating profusely.

Seeing Zhen-Zhen's beautiful face while saying those words with the same seductive tone used by Vanessa, perfectly mimicking even the sound of her moans- that was complete torture for the two men who were just listening to her.

What made it worse was that the brain of these two poor men seemed to be reacting to Zhen-Zhen's sensual voice, imagining that she was the one doing the deed. The Naughty guy, Tristan, and the Decent guy, Matthew were both guilty of that crime.