Ana
The air in the bedroom was heavy with sweat and s*x as I lay sprawled across the tangled sheets. Christian lay beneath me, his c**k still half-hard inside my dripping p***y. My mother’s words echoed in my head— “We’re just getting started”—her smile like a threat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think straight, my body exhausted.
She strutted back into the room, her n*****s firm against her lace bra. Her eyes—sharp, predatory—raked over us, taking in the wreckage she’d orchestrated.
“Get up,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. “Both of you.”
Christian slid me off him, his c**k slipping free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn even hotter. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaky, c*m trickling down my thighs. He stood too, towering over me.
“You thought you could keep
