Who Is She?

1981 Words

Meanwhile, downstairs… The second Dominic’s boots disappeared up the stairs and the door slammed behind him, it was like the house could breathe again. But no one moved. Not right away. Tanya was standing by the bottom of the staircase, still barefoot, her dress half-zipped and sticking to her damp, sweaty body. Lena sat on the edge of the leather couch, legs crossed, arms hugging her bare chest. Her throat bore Romano’s fingerprints. Her thighs were trembling. Her panties were still somewhere near the coffee table, forgotten and wet. Bianca was pressed up against the far wall, the throw blanket wrapped around her like a towel after a dirty shower, Nico’s c*m still drying on the insides of her legs. They were all quiet. Romano was the first to speak. “What the f**k just happened?

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