Chapter 2118 - APP 72

I alternated now—left cheek, right cheek—each smack loud and deliberate, turning her pale skin a deep, angry crimson. Every time my hand connected, her cunt spasmed harder around my cock, milking me, squeezing like she was trying to drag another load straight out of my balls.

"YOU LIKE THAT, DON'T YOU?" I growled, landing another stinging slap that made her scream. "You love getting your ass spanked while my cock's still buried in your womb."

"YESSS—FUCK YES—I LOVE IT—SPANK ME WHILE YOU BREED ME—MAKE MY ASS RED—MAKE ME YOUR MARKED-UP WHORE—OH GOD—OH FUCK—I'M GONNA COME AGAIN JUST FROM THIS—AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Her body was shaking violently now, another small squirt dribbling out around my cock—pathetic, exhausted, but still desperate.

I slid my free hand lower.

Two fingers found the tight, puckered ring of her virgin asshole—still untouched, still clenching nervously even as her cunt was stuffed full of me.

I didn't ask.

I just pressed.

One finger slipped in—slow, relentless—past the first tight ring of muscle while my cock stayed buried to the hilt in her pussy.

Lorena's eyes flew wide.

"OHHHH—FUCK—YOUR FINGER—IN MY ASS—WHILE YOUR COCK IS IN MY PUSSY—AAAAAHHHH—IT'S TOO MUCH—IT'S SO FULL—BOTH HOLES—FUCK—FUCK—FUCKKKK!!!"

I worked the finger deeper, curling it, feeling the thin wall separating my cock from my digit. Every time I thrust my finger, I could feel my own cock moving inside her—rubbing against it through that delicate membrane.

Her moans turned guttural, animal.

"FINGER MY TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE—STRETCH IT—MAKE IT YOURS TOO—OH GOD—I'M GONNA COME—I'M GONNA COME WITH YOUR FINGER IN MY ASS AND YOUR COCK IN MY WOMB—YESSS—YESSS—FUCK—SPANK ME AGAIN—PLEASE—!"

I obliged.

Another vicious spank—then another—while I pumped my finger in and out of her virgin ass, scissoring slightly to stretch her open.

Her whole body was convulsing now—back arched, tits bouncing, mouth open in a continuous, broken wail.

And then—without warning—I pulled out.

Fast. Brutal. One long, slick drag that made an obscene schlorp sound as my cock slipped free of her gaping, cum-drooling cunt.

Before she could even register the sudden emptiness—

I lined up.

And slammed forward.

Straight into her tight, untouched virgin asshole.

The head popped past her resisting ring with a wet, filthy sound.

Lorena's scream was instant—high, shattered, completely pornographic.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—FUCK—MY ASS—YOUR COCK IS IN MY ASS—IT'S TEARING ME OPEN—OH GOD—OH GOD—IT'S TOO BIG—IT'S SPLITTING MY VIRGIN ASSHOLE—YESSS—FUCK—FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE ASS—BREED MY ASS TOO—AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Her eyes rolled straight back into her head—whites showing, pupils gone—mouth hanging open in a drooling, mindless O as her body seized.

I didn't stop.

I drove deeper—inch after brutal inch—forcing her virgin ass to stretch around my thick, cum-slick cock until my hips slapped against her glowing red cheeks.

The heat was unreal—tighter than anything I'd ever felt—her asshole gripping me like a fist, fluttering wildly as it tried to adjust to the impossible stretch.

"YESSS—DEEPER—FUCK MY ASS DEEP—RIP ME OPEN—MAKE MY VIRGIN HOLE YOURS—OH FUCK—IT HURTS SO GOOD—I'M COMING—I'M COMING FROM YOUR COCK IN MY ASS—AAAAAHHHH—SQUIRTING—SQUIRTING AGAIN—FUCK—!"

A fresh gush erupted from her empty cunt—violent, clear, spraying across my thighs and the sheets while her asshole spasmed around me in rhythmic, milking pulses.

I grabbed her hips—bruising grip—and started fucking her ass in long, punishing strokes—pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in to the balls, each thrust making her scream louder, filthier.

"TAKE IT—TAKE MY COCK IN YOUR TIGHT VIRGIN ASS—YOU'RE MINE—EVERY FUCKING HOLE—GONNA FILL THIS ONE TOO—"

"YESSS—FILL MY ASS—BREED MY ASSHOLE—CUM IN MY GUTS—MAKE ME LEAK FROM BOTH ENDS—OH GOD—YOUR COCK IS SO DEEP IN MY ASS—I CAN FEEL IT IN MY STOMACH—FUCK—FUCK—FUCKKKK!!!"

Her eyes were still rolled back—body limp and trembling, completely surrendered—as I pounded her ruined ass without mercy.

Another spank—hard, ringing—right across both glowing cheeks.

Her asshole clamped down like a vice.

That was it.

I buried myself to the hilt—balls slapping wetly against her dripping cunt—and erupted.

Thick, scalding ropes blasted straight into her bowels—pulse after heavy pulse—flooding her virgin ass until I could feel the pressure building, her lower belly swelling slightly from the sheer volume.

"TAKE IT—FUCK—FILL YOUR TIGHT ASS WITH MY CUM—FEEL ME BREEDING YOUR GUTS—"

"OHHHH MY GODDDD—YESSSSS—I FEEL IT—YOUR CUM IS SPURTING INSIDE MY ASS—SO HOT—SO MUCH—IT'S FLOODING MY ASSHOLE—AAAAAHHHH—I'M FULL—MY ASS IS FULL OF YOUR CUM—FUCK—I'M YOUR ANAL SLUT NOW—FUCK—FUCK—I'M COMING AGAIN—!"

Her body seized one final time—another weak, trembling squirt dribbling from her cunt while her asshole milked every last drop out of me.

When the last pulse finally faded, I stayed buried deep in her ass—still twitching, still leaking slow possessive spurts into her stuffed bowels.

Lorena's head lolled to the side—eyes half-lidded now, glassy, completely fucked-out.

A thin line of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth.

"Jack..." she whispered, voice barely there. "You... you took my ass... You filled both my holes..."

I leaned down, kissed the sweaty hollow of her throat.

"Every fucking inch of you is mine now."

She gave one last, broken whimper—ass clenching weakly around me—and smiled through the tears and drool.

"Good... 'cause I want you... to never pull out... ever again..."

I didn't.

I just held her there—cock buried in her freshly-fucked, cum-stuffed ass—while her ruined body trembled and leaked beneath me.

Both holes claimed.

Both holes bred.

Completely, irreversibly mine.

Lorena was still collapsed forward on her stomach, ass up, thighs quivering like they might give out any second.

Her glowing red cheeks trembled with every shallow breath, cum still oozing thick and slow from her freshly-stretched asshole in lazy white strings that dripped down her perineum and mixed with the slick mess coating her inner thighs.

Her pussy lips were swollen, puffy, gaping slightly from the earlier brutal stretching—still fluttering weakly, like her body hadn't quite accepted that I'd pulled out.

I kept my cock buried inside her asshole and pressed my fingers against her pussy while my thumb brushed lazy circles over her oversensitive clit. She was whimpering softly into the pillow—small, broken sounds that were half sob, half plea.

Then I pulled my cock free in one smooth, sudden motion.

The instant the stretch vanished—

Her whole body locked up.

A violent, guttural scream ripped out of her throat as her cunt convulsed hard.

"OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKKKK—NO—NO—TOO SUDDEN—AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Clear, hot girl-cum exploded from her pussy in a powerful, uncontrollable shower—jet after jet arcing high, splashing across the sheets in messy, glistening sprays that soaked everything within reach. Her hips bucked wildly, ass cheeks jiggling as another violent squirt followed, then another—each one forced out by the brutal spasms ripping through her core.

"YESSSSS—SQUIRTING—SQUIRTING SO FUCKING HARD—IT'S COMING OUT OF ME—OH GOD—OH GOD—IT WON'T STOP—AAAAAAAAAHHHH—FUCK—FUCK—FUCKKKK!!!!"

Her pornstar moans were raw, desperate, cracking on every filthy word. She clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, back arching so sharply her spine looked ready to snap.

Her asshole winked open and closed in time with the squirting—each powerful gush from her cunt making more of my cum bubble up from her bowels and drip in thick globs onto the growing puddle beneath her.

"I—I CAN'T—IT'S TOO MUCH—SQUIRTING EVERYWHERE—YOUR CUM IS LEAKING OUT MY ASS WHILE I PISS CUM FROM MY PUSSY—OHHHH MY GODDDD—YESSS—YESSS—RUIN ME—FUCK—I'M STILL COMING—STILL FUCKING COMING—AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

The squirts kept coming—violent, rhythmic, almost painful—her thighs shaking so hard they slapped wetly together. One massive jet hit my chest, warm and slick, running down my abs as she screamed louder, filthier.

"DON'T—DON'T STOP—EVEN THOUGH YOU PULLED OUT—I'M STILL SQUIRTING FOR YOU—LOOK AT ME—LOOK AT YOUR SLUT SQUIRTING LIKE A FUCKING FOUNTAIN—OH FUCK—IT'S SO DEEP INSIDE—IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE STILL FUCKING ME—AAAAAHHHH—YESSS—BREED ME—MARK ME—FUCK—FUCK—FUUUUCKKKK!!!!"

Her voice broke into a long, shattered wail as the last few powerful arcs tapered into weak, trembling dribbles—clear, slick pooling between her spread thighs while thick ropes of my cum continued to leak slowly from her gaping asshole, sliding down in obscene white trails to join the mess.

She collapsed fully, then face-first into the soaked pillow—body shuddering with aftershocks, ass still raised slightly like an offering even as she panted and whimpered.

"Don't... don't be so sudden..." she gasped again, voice hoarse and trembling, barely above a whisper now. "You... you make me lose it... every time..."

Another tiny flutter ran through her cunt—a pathetic little squirt dribbling out—and her asshole clenched weakly, pushing out one final thick glob of cum that dripped down her thigh in a slow, sticky line.

I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back, lips brushing the sweaty curve of her neck.

"You squirt like you were made for it, baby," I murmured, voice rough. "Look at this mess. You soaked the whole fucking bed."

She let out a shaky, breathless laugh that turned into a soft moan when I slid my hand between her legs again—fingers gliding through the slick chaos of her squirting and my leaking cum—gently cupping her swollen pussy like I was cradling something precious.

"Feels... feels so empty... but so full at the same time..." she whispered, hips rocking back ever so slightly into my touch. "Both holes... dripping your cum... still throbbing..."

I kissed the spot behind her ear, tasting salt and heat.

"Rest for a second."

My fingers stayed there—two slipping back into her cum-slick asshole, slow and easy, just to keep her plugged while the last tremors faded.

"But when you're ready..."

I flexed them deliberately, making her hiss and clench around me.

"I'm filling whichever hole begs first."

Lorena chuckled softly, listening to me, and then her arms loosened around my neck, then slid down my shoulders like they'd forgotten how to hold on. She didn't roll off.

Instead, she melted heavier against me, boneless, her full weight surrendering completely.

She shifted once—instinct more than intention—her knees sliding wider so her thighs bracketed my hips, her soaked pussy settling right over the thick ridge of my cock.

The slick heat of her still-dripping lips kissed the underside of my cock, smearing the last of her squirt and my leaking cum along my length in a slow, warm glide. I hissed through my teeth at the contact, but she was already too far gone to notice.

Her massive tits pressed down on my chest like warm, heavy pillows—soft, sweat-damp, nipples still stiff and dragging slightly with every shallow rise and fall of her breathing.

The sheer mass of them pinned me in place, flesh spilling to either side, molding to the contours of my ribs. Every inhale she took pushed them firmer against me; every exhale let them settle deeper, a decadent, suffocating softness that made my pulse thud harder in my throat.

I could feel the steady thump of her heartbeat against my sternum, slowing now, syncing lazily with mine. Her face tucked into the crook of my neck—hot cheek pressed to my skin, lips parted, little puffs of air tickling my collarbone.

Strands of her damp hair stuck to my shoulder, my jaw, the side of her own face. She smelled like sex and salt and something sweeter underneath, the faint trace of her perfume that had survived the wreck we'd just made of each other.

My cock—still half-coated in her mess—twitched involuntarily beneath her stomach. The pressure of her soft belly against me was unbearable in the best way: warm, yielding, cradling my length so every tiny shift of her weight sent a fresh jolt straight to my balls.

I was rock-hard again, achingly so, the head nudging up toward her navel, trapped between our bodies like it was trying to burrow inside her through sheer insistence. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, smearing sticky trails across her skin with every involuntary flex.

She murmured something incoherent—half-word, half-sigh—her lips brushing my throat. Her hips gave one last lazy roll, not quite fucking, just grinding once in sleepy reflex, dragging her swollen clit along my cock.

A weak flutter ran through her cunt; a tiny trickle of mixed cum and squirt leaked out, dripping warm down my balls and pooling on the already-ruined sheets.

Then she went still.

Completely still.

Her breathing deepened into the slow, even rhythm of someone who'd finally tipped over the edge into oblivion. Her tits rose and fell in heavy, peaceful swells. Her thighs stayed loosely clamped around me, ass cheeks soft against the tops of my legs, asshole still faintly pulsing around the ghost of my fingers from earlier. One of her hands had curled loosely against my ribs; the other dangled limp at my side.

She was out—utterly fucked-out and asleep on top of me, using my body like the world's most comfortable mattress.

I didn't move to roll her off. I didn't want to.

Instead, I lay there, pinned under the delicious weight of her, cock throbbing insistently against the plush warmth of her stomach, every heartbeat sending another dull ache of want through me. Her tits pressed down harder with each slow breath she took, nipples grazing my chest like lazy promises. The mess between us cooled slowly—sticky, obscene, intimate.

I slid one hand up her back, fingers tracing the dip of her spine, then rested it possessively on the curve of her ass. On the other hand, I found her hair, stroking through the sweaty strands in long, unhurried passes.

"Sleep, baby," I whispered against her temple, voice rough and low. "You've earned it."

My cock gave another impatient twitch beneath her, leaking steadily now, but I made no move to chase it.

Not yet.

She'd wake up soon enough—still dripping, still needy—and whichever hole begged first would get exactly what it was asking for.

For now, though, I let her sleep on me, heavy and perfect, her massive tits crushing me in the sweetest way, my hard length trapped and pulsing against the soft give of her belly like a loaded promise waiting for morning.

I pulled Lorena's trembling body closer, tucking her into the rumpled sheets with a possessive squeeze before my phone buzzed violently from the nightstand. I used Telekenesis, I summoned it into my hand, the device floating through the air like a metallic specter before slapping into my palm.

The screen glowed—SERA's message was cryptic, urgent:

"Master, your legal team has arrived. Julie is with them. Yuko is here too. They're heading to Marina's location."

A slow, calculating smirk curled my lips. Julie was expected, as she is my wife and must be worried about me, but Yuko? That was unexpected. Dangerous.

Is she here to kill me because I remember in the press conference I said Lorena is my girlfriend? Or is she actually worried?

The thought amused me. Yuko saw me as nothing more than a wealthy, influential patron—unaware of the true extent of my power. If she was here out of concern, it was almost touching. Almost.

I leaned down, pressing a final, lingering kiss to Lorena's flushed cheek before pulling away. "Stay," I murmured, my voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. "I'll be back."

She whimpered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, but I was already dressing, my mind shifting to Marina.

With a deep breath, I focused my energy and teleported straight to Marina's bedroom, the world twisting in a vortex of light and shadow before snapping back into place.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Marina wasn't asleep like I'd half-expected. No, she sat rigidly in the chair by the window, her silhouette framed against the night sky. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and even from behind, I could sense the tension in her posture—shoulders hunched, fingers twisting in her lap. She was staring out into the darkness, lost in whatever storm of worry brewed inside her.

I stepped forward silently, wrapping my arms around her from behind. My chest pressed against her back, and I felt her startle, then relax into me with a shuddering sigh.

"Jack..." Her voice cracked, raw with emotion. She spun in the chair, throwing her arms around my neck and crushing herself against me. Her embrace was desperate, fingers digging into my shirt as if afraid I'd vanish. "I was so worried. God, I thought... I don't know what I thought. Just... don't scare me like that again."

I stroked her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo—lavender and something uniquely her. "What are you worried about? You know me better than anyone. Nothing can touch me. I'm untouchable, remember?"

She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're still my man. My husband. Flesh and blood, no matter what powers you have. Is it wrong to be afraid for you? To imagine the worst when I hear about these messes you get into?"

I chuckled softly, cupping her face. "SERA must have filled you in on everything by now. Every detail, every twist. She's got eyes everywhere."

"Yeah, she did." Marina's grip tightened on my shirt. "But reports aren't the same as seeing you. Feeling you. I needed this—needed you here, safe in my arms."

A mischievous grin tugged at my lips. I slid my hand down her back, giving her ass a sharp, playful smack—crack—the sound echoing in the quiet room. She yelped, a mix of surprise and delight flashing in her eyes. "Then you should've just called me, naughty girl. I'd have been here in a heartbeat."

She froze mid-laugh, her nose wrinkling as she leaned in closer, inhaling deeply against my neck. Her expression shifted—curiosity turning to suspicion, then to a knowing smirk. "Wait... what's that smell on you? It's... musky. Earthy. You've been fucking someone, haven't you? I can tell. It's all over you."

I raised an eyebrow, playing innocent even as heat built between us. "How'd you know? Am I that obvious?"

She pressed her face against my chest again, breathing me in like a detective on a trail. "You reek of it—semen, sweat... and piss? God, Jack, it's so filthy. Like you've been rolling around in someone's dirty secrets." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her hands roaming lower, fingers brushing the front of my pants. "Tell me. Who was it? And don't spare the details—I want to hear how you wrecked her."

I pulled her onto my lap, settling her straddling me in the chair. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against me. "My cock was buried deep in Lawyer Lorena's tight little asshole just minutes ago. "

"She was begging for it, Marina—squirming and moaning like a whore in heat. I fucked her raw, made her come so hard she squirted all over the sheets. And yeah, there was piss involved... she couldn't hold it when I pounded her that deep. Dripping everywhere, mixing with my cum. Want a taste? Lick it off me—see how she marked me."

Marina's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching as she bit her lip. But there was fire in her eyes, a jealous spark mixed with arousal. "You bastard... You dirty, cheating bastard. Lorena's asshole? Really? Describe it—tell me how it felt clenching around you. Was it tight? Hot? Did she scream your name while you stretched her open?"

I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered filthy details. "Oh, it was perfect—velvet smooth inside, gripping my cock like a vice. I slid in slow at first, watching her hole stretch around me, pink and puckered.

She whimpered, 'Deeper, Jack, fuck my ass harder.' I obliged—thrusting balls-deep, feeling her walls pulse with every slam. Her piss leaked out when she lost control, warm and slick, making everything messier. I came so hard inside her, filling that greedy hole until it overflowed. You'd love it, Marina—tasting her on me, knowing I claimed her just like I claim you."

She moaned softly, grinding against me now, her body responding despite the jealousy. "You're such a pig... but fuck, it turns me on. Show me—let me smell it up close. Unzip and let me bury my face in your crotch. I want to inhale that slut's scent mixed with yours."

I obliged, popping the button on my pants and guiding her head down. She nuzzled in, her nose pressing against the fabric, drawing in deep breaths. "Mmm... It's so strong. Semen drying on your skin, that tangy piss aftertaste. Lorena's asshole must've been wrecked—did you make her gape? Tell me more, Jack. Make me wet just hearing about it."

"Wrecked is an understatement," I growled, threading my fingers through her hair.

"I fingered her first, loosening that tight ring with two, then three fingers—coating them in her juices. She was dripping, begging me to ram it in. When I did, she arched back, ass cheeks slapping against my thighs. I talked dirty the whole time: 'Take it, you filthy lawyer slut. This ass is mine now.' She came twice—once from my cock alone, clenching so hard it milked me dry. The piss? That was the cherry on top—her bladder giving out mid-orgasm, soaking us both. You should've seen the puddle we left."

Marina's hands trembled as she tugged at my zipper, freeing me. "God, I hate you for making me want this... but keep talking. Describe her hole after—wide open, leaking your cum? I bet it winked at you, begging for more."

But suddenly we both heard the low growl of a car engine cutting off, followed by the crisp crunch of tires settling on gravel outside.

Marina froze mid-grind, her nose still hovering dangerously close to my crotch, lips parted as if she'd been about to take that first greedy inhale. Her eyes flicked toward the window, pupils blown wide with a cocktail of lust and sudden alarm.

"It must be Sister Julie..." she whispered, voice husky and reluctant, "...and that girl Yuko."

She didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she gave one last deliberate, slow drag of her nose along the length of my cock through the fabric—claiming one final deep breath of Lorena's cum-piss-semen cocktail—before straightening up on my lap. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her lips glossy, and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes that said this isn't over.

She kissed me hard, possessively—her tongue invading my mouth, tasting the remnants of Lorena on my lips. "You must have seduced her already, that Yuko girl. Sister Julie told me she offered to work here as a translator for your lawyers. Bet you're planning to bury your cock in her next."

I smirked, zipping up reluctantly as we disentangled. "Guilty as charged. But first, let's handle this."

We stepped out of the bedroom, the air still charged with our unfinished heat. Ema and Eva were reaching for the front door, their identical faces curious and eager. I waved them back with a gentle command, striding forward to open it myself.

Julie's face lit up the moment she saw me—eyes widening with relief and affection. But then she caught herself, glancing over her shoulder at Yuko standing just behind her. No jumping into my arms this time; we had an audience. She settled for a dramatic auntie entrance instead, bustling in with a huff.

I played the part perfectly for Yuko's benefit, adopting a sheepish, boyish tone. "Aunt Julie... I'm so sorry I made you worry. It's been a rough day."

She patted my head like I was still that wide-eyed kid from years ago, her touch warm and maternal. "Hmph. Let me see anyone try to bully you again. They'll have to go through me first. I won't let them off easy."

I turned to Yuko, feigning wide-eyed surprise as if her presence was a total shock. "Sister Yuko...? What brings you here?"

Yuko's smile was polite, ice—sharp edges hidden beneath a thin veneer of civility. Her eyes, dark and assessing, flicked over me. "Jack. Can we talk—"

"Please, come in," I cut in smoothly, gesturing them inside before she could finish.

Her gaze swept the room like a predator scanning territory—landing first on Marina's openly sensual curves, the way her dress hugged her hips and breasts. Then, to Ema and Eva, the twins stood poised and alluring in their matching outfits. The air thickened with unspoken judgments.

I made quick introductions to diffuse it. "Sister Yuko, this is Marina—Aunt Julie's close friend. And these are Ema and Eva, part of the household staff."

Polite nods rippled through the group—Yuko murmuring a cool "Hello" to Marina, who responded with a warm smile and introduced the twins in turn. Yuko replied with practiced politeness, but her eyes lingered, calculating.

Julie, ever the whirlwind, launched straight into business without missing a beat. "Don't worry, Jack. I brought the entire legal team—they're parked outside, ready to pounce. We're going to sue every single person who defamed you. Drag them through the courts until they beg for mercy. How dare they treat our—our Jack—like that? It's outrageous!"

I raised a hand, calming her down. "Aunt, it's already handled. No need to escalate further. The dust is settling."

She nodded, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin. "We saw your press conference. Very well done—poised, commanding. You turned the tables beautifully."

The moment "press conference" left her lips, the air in the room turned cold—frigid, like a winter gust sweeping in. Tension crackled, unspoken words hanging heavy.

Yuko's eyes narrowed to slits, her posture shifting from polite to predatory. Her voice dropped dangerously low, laced with accusation. "Jack... are you cheating on my sister? Who is this Lorena you called your girlfriend on live television? In front of the whole world?"

I let panic flicker across my face—perfectly rehearsed, wide eyes and stammering words. "Sister Yuko, it's not like that at all. Please, hear me out. Lorena's father was caught in that political mess, too—dragged through the mud unjustly. Her career as a lawyer was ruined because of it, blacklisted and broken."

"I only wanted to help her rebuild. And now, with the Mexican government buckling under all this international pressure, they won't dare touch her or make things harder. She's... my lawyer here in Mexico. Hired help. Nothing more, I swear."

Julie bit her lip, her shoulders shaking slightly as she barely contained a smirk. She was loving the show—my Oscar-worthy performance of the flustered innocent.

Yuko studied me for a long, silent moment, her expression unreadable. The room held its breath. Finally, she spoke, her tone still edged with doubt. "Is that so? Then you'd better explain yourself to Haruna personally. She's seen the news by now... and I doubt she'll be as forgiving as I am. Tread carefully, Jack. My Haruna doesn't take betrayal lightly."

The unspoken threat hung in the air like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to ignore. I nodded solemnly, but inside, adrenaline surged. This web was getting more tangled by the minute, and I thrived on it.

-x-X-x-

Julie turned to Marina with that warm, familiar smile she reserved for family. "Marina, darling—how's your grandma doing these days?"

Marina returned the smile, soft and genuine. "She's fine, healthy as ever. Right now she's fast asleep. I'll introduce you properly in the morning, Sister Julie. She'll be thrilled to see you."

She glanced over at the twins standing quietly nearby. "Eva, Ema—please show Sister Julie and Yuko to the guest room."

Then, with a small apologetic tilt of her head toward Julie: "I'm sorry, Sister Julie... our house doesn't have many spare rooms. You'll have to share tonight."

Julie waved it off immediately, laughing lightly. "No, no—it's perfectly fine. We came completely unannounced and barged in on you like this. We're the ones who should apologize."

Her tone was deliberately polite, almost formal—clearly for Yuko's benefit. Between Marina and Julie, there were no such barriers; they'd been like sisters for years. The careful phrasing was theater, and Yuko's slight narrowing of eyes told me she knew it too.

Eva and Ema stepped forward in perfect sync, offering small bows before leading the way down the hall. Julie followed with her usual brisk energy, already chatting about tomorrow's legal strategy. Yuko trailed behind, silent, her gaze flicking once more to Marina—then to me—before she disappeared around the corner.

The moment they were out of sight, Marina stepped closer, her body brushing mine deliberately. Her hand slid low on my back, fingers dipping just inside my waistband for a fleeting, possessive squeeze. She leaned in, lips grazing my ear.

"When they're asleep," she whispered, voice thick with unfinished hunger, "I'm coming back to your room. And I'm finishing what I started—nose first, tongue second, until I've licked every trace of that lawyer bitch off you. Then you're going to fuck my face until I can't breathe anything but you."

She nipped my earlobe—hard enough to sting—then pulled away with an innocent smile just as my phone started vibrating in my pocket.

I glanced at the screen: Sarah calling.

I stepped away from Marina long enough to answer, keeping my voice low.

"Hello?"

Sarah's voice came through instantly, tight with worry. "Jack. Are you okay?"

I gave Marina a quick look—she raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, arms crossed, watching me like a hawk.

"I'm fine, my officer beauty," I said, letting a teasing warmth creep into my tone. "Just... handling a few unexpected houseguests."

I gave her the short version: the press conference fallout, the legal team showing up, Julie's protective fury, Yuko's sudden arrival, and her icy suspicion about Lorena. I left out the part where Marina had her nose buried in my crotch, sniffing for evidence of my latest conquest.

Sarah exhaled sharply. "I'm coming over there right now."

"No," I cut in, firm but gentle. "Not tonight. Yuko's here. If she sees you show up this late, it'll raise too many questions. Where are you right now?"

"I'm at the hospital. With Gabriela." Sarah replied

My grip tightened on the phone.

"She saw the news," Sarah continued. "She's been asking about you nonstop—worried sick. And when she heard the accusations... about you supposedly making Diaz like that... she cursed every single person who said it. Called them liars, vultures, worse. She's ready to burn the world down for you."

I closed my eyes for a second, picturing Gabriela's fierce dark eyes, the way her loyalty had shifted so completely once she became mine.

Sarah's voice dropped lower. "I don't know what she'll do when she finds out we're the ones who actually did that to Diaz."

"She won't find out," I said flatly. "Gabriela is my woman now. She's loyal. But I still don't want her to know the full truth—ever. Diaz needs to stay alive... for now."

Sarah was quiet for a beat. Then: "Do you want me to kill him?"

The question hung there, clinical and ready, like she was asking if I wanted coffee.

I shook my head even though she couldn't see it. "No. Let Diaz live in despair for the rest of his miserable life. Let him rot, knowing everything he built is gone, and he can't even prove why. Besides..." My voice hardened. "We still have Sergio and Javier out there. Those bastards went into hiding even when I warned them to surrender themselves. They're next."

Sarah let out a small, satisfied hum. "Understood. I'll keep Gabriela calm tonight—tell her you're safe, that I spoke to you. But Jack... she's not going to stay quiet forever. She wants to see you. Soon."

"I know. I'll handle it." I glanced toward the hallway where the guest room light had just flicked on. "Just keep her close. And keep your eyes open for any movement from Sergio's people."

"Always do." Her voice softened, turning almost tender. "Get some rest, Jack. You sound like you've been... busy."

I smirked despite myself. "You have no idea."

"Tell me tomorrow," she said. "In detail."

The call ended with a soft click.

Marina was right in front of me the second I lowered the phone—close enough that I could smell the faint lavender in her hair mixed with the lingering musk of our earlier heat.

"Who was that?" she asked, voice deceptively sweet.

"Sarah." I met her eyes. "Checking in. She's with Gabriela."

Marina pressed herself fully against me, her soft curves molding to my body as if trying to fuse us together. Her heavy breasts squashed against my chest, nipples already stiff and poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Her breath was hot against my neck when she spoke, voice low and laced with playful frustration.

"Let's finish what we started..." she murmured, fingers digging into my sides. "Why am I so unlucky? Every single time we're about to do it, someone has to interrupt... Hmph."

She tilted her head back to look at me, eyes glittering with determination.

"This time, I'm not letting you go until I've drained you dry, Jack. Completely. Every last drop."

Before I could answer, her hand shot down between us. She boldly grabbed my cock through my pants — not gently, but with a firm, possessive grip that made me suck in a breath. She squeezed once, feeling how hard I still was from earlier, then tugged sharply, using my erection like a leash.

"Come on," she ordered, already walking backwards toward the bedroom door, pulling me along with her.

I followed willingly, letting her drag me by the dick as she owned it — which, at that moment, she very much did.

The moment we crossed the threshold, she kicked the door shut with her heel. The click of the lock sounded almost violent in the quiet room.

She didn't waste time.

Both hands went to my belt, yanking it open with practiced impatience. The zipper came down a second later. She shoved my pants and underwear down just far enough that my cock sprang free, already glistening at the tip from how long I'd been hard.

Marina dropped to her knees so fast it almost looked like she fell.

Her nose was the first thing to make contact — just like she'd promised earlier. She pressed the bridge of her nose right against the underside of my cock and dragged it slowly upward, inhaling deeply, loudly, shamelessly.

"Fuck..." she groaned against my skin. "Still smell her. That lawyer bitch. All over you. Cum... piss... sweat..."

Marina sounded angry and unbearably turned on at the same time.

Her tongue flicked out — one long, wet stripe from balls to tip, tasting everything she could reach.

"You're going to let me clean you up properly," she said, voice muffled because half her face was pressed against my cock. "And then you're going to fuck my throat until I can't talk tomorrow. Understood?"

She didn't wait for an answer.

Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling, trying to draw out any trace of Lorena that might still be lingering there. At the same time, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking firmly while her other hand cupped and gently rolled my balls.

She pulled off with a wet pop just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny.

"I'm serious, Jack. I want you empty. I want to feel you throbbing and then going soft in my mouth because there's literally nothing left."

She dove back down, taking me deeper this time, until her nose pressed against my pubic bone and she gagged softly — only to hold herself there, throat fluttering around me.

When she finally pulled back for air, a thick string of saliva connected her lower lip to my cock.

"Bed," she rasped. "Now. On your back. I'm riding your face first, then your cock, and I'm not stopping until you've filled at least two of my holes."

She stood up, already shimmying out of her dress, letting it pool at her feet. No bra. No panties. Just smooth skin, hard nipples, and the unmistakable glisten between her thighs that showed how wet she'd gotten just from smelling and tasting me.

Marina's soaked pussy hovered just above my mouth, her thighs trembling with anticipation, her clit swollen and glistening. I could already taste her on the air—musky, sweet, desperate—when the sharp knock cracked through the room like a whip.

"Jack... Marina... open the door quickly!"

Julie's voice. Urgent. Familiar. But laced with something playful underneath.

Marina froze, a frustrated whimper escaping her throat. "Sister Julie..."

She scrambled off me, naked body flushed and shining with sweat, and hurried to the door. The lock clicked. The door swung open.

Julie stepped inside without hesitation—wearing nothing but a thin silk nightie that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes swept the scene in one hungry second: me on the bed, cock still glistening from Marina's mouth, hard and leaking; Marina standing there bare, lips swollen, thighs slick.

Julie's mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile.

"Did I disturb something?" she teased, voice dripping honey and sin.

Marina blushed crimson from chest to forehead, arms instinctively crossing over her breasts. "Nothing, Sister... we were just..."

Julie chuckled low in her throat and shut the door behind her with a soft click. She sauntered closer, hips rolling with deliberate seduction, eyes locked on me.

"Husband," she purred, the word filthy and possessive, "I want it. Look..."

She grabbed the hem of her nightie and dragged it up over her navel in one smooth motion. No panties. Just smooth, freshly shaved skin and a pussy already swollen, lips parted and dripping—clear strands of arousal clinging to her inner thighs. She reached down with two fingers, spreading herself open shamelessly, showing me the slick pink inside.

"It's been aching since the last time you filled me," she said, voice husky. "Begging for your cock. Look how wet I am just thinking about it."

My cock jerked hard against my stomach at the sight—throbbing visibly, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Julie's gaze dropped to it. She stepped right up to the bed, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and gave a slow, firm stroke.

"Looks like this guy's hungry too," she murmured, thumb circling the head, smearing the pre-cum. Then she leaned down, nose brushing the length of me, and inhaled deeply—just like Marina had earlier.

Her brows lifted. She sniffed again, slower, more deliberate.

"Why does it smell like ass...?" she asked, voice curious and dangerously amused.

She straightened, eyes flicking to Marina with mock accusation. "Did you take him in your tight little ass while I was downstairs, Marina? Naughty girl."

Marina's blush deepened, but she shook her head quickly, stepping closer, defensive and turned on in equal measure.

"No, Sister... It's not me." She bit her lip, then blurted it out in a rush. "It's Husband. He fucked that lawyer Lorena's asshole earlier. Deep. Raw. She squirted and pissed all over him when he made her come."

Julie's eyes widened for a split second—then narrowed with dark, delighted interest. She looked back down at my cock, still in her hand, and gave it another slow pump.

"So this is Lorena's mess I'm smelling..." She leaned in again, nose almost touching the shaft, inhaling like she was savoring a fine wine. "Semen... sweat... that sharp tang of piss... and her tight asshole stretched around you." She licked her lips. "Filthy. I like it."

Marina made a small, jealous sound in her throat—half growl, half moan.

Julie laughed softly and glanced at her. "Don't pout, darling. You've got to taste her first. Now it's my turn to play."

She released my cock and climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs. The nightie rode up higher, exposing everything. She reached down, guided my tip to her entrance, and sank down just enough that the head popped inside her—hot, slick, gripping.

Julie sank lower, taking another thick inch of me inside her velvet heat. Her walls fluttered greedily around the head, already trying to pull me deeper. A low, throaty moan slipped from her lips. "God... I've missed this stretch. Missed feeling you split me open like I'm yours to ruin."

She rolled her hips once—slow, deliberate—coating me in fresh slick. Marina watched from beside us, eyes dark with hunger and barely-contained jealousy, one hand already between her own thighs, fingers circling her clit in lazy, frustrated strokes.

Then I heard it.

A faint footstep—soft, deliberate, sneaky—approaching from down the hall. Too quiet for normal ears. Only my heightened senses caught it: the subtle creak of floorboard, the whisper of fabric against skin, the controlled rhythm of someone trying not to be heard.

I snapped my gaze toward the door.

Activating my AI Lens—vision sharpening, walls turning translucent in layers of ghostly blue overlay—I peered straight through the wood and plaster.

Yuko.

Black silk robe cinched tight at the waist, hair loose and dark, moving like shadow itself. She paused every few steps, head tilted, listening. Her hand hovered near something concealed at her hip—knife? Gun? I couldn't tell through the overlay, but the intent radiated off her in cold waves.

I clamped my hand over Julie's mouth before she could moan again. Her eyes widened in surprise, then sparkled with wicked understanding.

With my free hand, I gestured sharply at Marina—quiet, finger to lips. She froze mid-touch, breath hitching.

I leaned in, lips brushing both their ears in turn, voice the barest thread of sound:

"Yuko. She's right outside the door."

Julie's pussy clenched hard around my cock—violent, involuntary, a hot ripple that made my shaft throb painfully inside her. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, pupils blown wide with sudden, filthy thrill.

She peeled my hand off her mouth just enough to whisper back, voice trembling with excitement:

"Why don't you become invisible...?"

She rocked her hips once—tiny, teasing—milking me deeper.

"I felt it. Your cock just twitched so fucking hard inside me the second you saw her. Are you excited to play with Yuko... aren't you? Let me give Yuko a surprise, husband."

Marina's nails dug into my thigh—jealous, possessive—but she stayed silent, watching us both with a mix of fury and arousal.

Outside, Yuko had stopped directly in front of our door.

I pushed my Telepathy outward, slipping into the surface of her thoughts like cool water:

[...searched the entire house... didn't find Jack or that Marina... even Aunt Julie is missing... where have they all gone at this hour...?]

[...only room left... old lady sleeping in one... Ema and Eva in another... guest room is ours... this is the last one...]

[...does that mean Jack and Marina are together in here...? NO. I will not jump to conclusions. I need to see with my own eyes. If I find Jack really cheating on my sister... I will kill him. No hesitation.]

Her thoughts were razor-sharp—cold fury wrapped around iron loyalty. And underneath it all, a flicker of something darker: curiosity, maybe even twisted fascination.

I focused inward and activated Invisibility.

My body shimmered once—then vanished completely.

Gone from sight.

But not from sensation.

My cock stayed buried inside Julie—thick, pulsing, invisible now but no less real. She gasped softly at the sudden feeling of being filled by nothing she could see. Her inner walls spasmed again, fluttering wildly around the invisible intrusion.

Julie bit her lip to stifle a moan, then whispered so low only we could hear:

"Perfect... now stay perfectly still, my invisible husband..."

She lifted herself just enough that only the head remained inside her—then sank back down slowly, deliberately, letting every inch disappear into her dripping cunt while remaining completely silent.

Marina's eyes were wide and glittering with a feral mix of jealousy, lust, and wicked mischief as she leaned in impossibly close to Julie's ear, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin like a teasing lick.

"If she opens that door... she'll see you riding thin air, you filthy slut—your dripping cunt stretched wide around nothing visible, clenching and leaking like a desperate whore. And she'll smell us. All of us—the thick musk of your soaked pussy, my throbbing clit dripping honey, and his cock still reeking of that lawyer bitch's gaping asshole, smeared with cum, piss, and sweat."

I gripped Julie's waist hard, my fingers digging into her soft, yielding flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her core as her inner walls pulsed greedily around my invisible cockj. My gaze locked on the door, heart pounding with raw adrenaline-fueled arousal.

Through my AI Lens, I could see Yuko crouching low, her dark eye pressed hungrily to the keyhole, her full lips parted slightly as she strained to peer inside. But the bed was angled off to the side, not in a straight line with the peephole—frustrating her view, giving her only teasing glimpses of bare skin, heaving breasts, and the obscene, rhythmic movements that hinted at something utterly depraved.

Sure enough, her thoughts flooded my mind, laced with confusion, suspicion, and an undercurrent of forbidden heat that made my cock twitch harder inside Julie: [I can't see a damn thing clearly... but I heard that faint murmur... wet, slutty sounds like flesh slapping flesh... should I crack the door slightly? There's definitely someone in there—the lights are on, focus, Yuko—confirm if that bastard Jack is cheating...]

A surge of filthy inspiration hit me. I grabbed Marina's hips roughly, yanking her fully on top of me in one possessive pull—her naked body slamming against my invisible chest, her massive tits squashing flat against me like warm, pillowy cushions, nipples diamond-hard and scraping my skin with every ragged breath.

And Julie draped the blanket on my legs and covered her back slightly so that Yuko won't see her hovering...

Julie's slick, swollen pussy lips parted instinctively, grinding wetly against the base of my cock where it vanished into Julie's greedy hole, coating everything in a fresh layer of her arousal.

Marina let out a deep, throaty moan—"Aaaaah..."—her voice breaking into a needy whimper as her clit throbbed against me, her ass cheeks clenching and spreading slightly, exposing her tight pink pucker to the air.

The sound of the door creaking open—just a narrow sliver, barely two inches—echoed like a forbidden invitation.

Sure enough, the next second, I caught the gleam of Yuko's wide, shocked eye peeking through the gap, her breath hitching audibly as she took in the scene.

From her limited angle, it was pure erotic chaos: Julie sitting upright, her nightie hiked up like a desperate whore, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening, she rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles—her clit swollen and peeking out, begging for touch.

Marina sprawled face-down on top, her back arched sluttily, ass raised high and jiggling with every shift, tits mashed against an unseen force, her thighs spread wide enough that Yuko could glimpse the slick trail of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets.

Yuko's thoughts exploded in my head, a torrent of disbelief, arousal, and dark fascination: [What the fuck...? Aunt Julie... and that Marina...? But look at those fat tits bouncing, nipples stiff as bullets... Marina's ass cheeks spreading, that tight hole winking... fuck, I can see her pussy lips twitching, leaking like a faucet... is Aunt Julie turned lesbian?]

[Haruna mentioned she divorced that pathetic husband after he got busted for rape—turned out he was gay all along, hiding his sick secrets. Now Aunt Julie's diving into pussy?]

Seizing the moment, I slammed my hips upward with brutal force, driving my invisible cock balls-deep into Julie's sopping wet cunt in one savage thrust—her walls clamping down like a velvet vice, milking me desperately.

Julie's head snapped back, her mouth falling open in ecstasy as a raw, guttural moan ripped from her throat: "Aaaaaaaah... fuck... hmmm... yes, deeper, you bitch—stretch me wide..."

Unconsciously, her hand flew down—crack—slapping Marina's ass cheek with stinging force, the sound echoing like a whip, leaving a bright red handprint that bloomed instantly on the pale, jiggling flesh.

Marina arched higher, her body shuddering in pleasure-pain, a high-pitched moan escaping her swollen lips: "Aaaaah... Sister Julie... don't... aaaaaaaah... hit too hard... it makes my pussy clench so tight, dripping everywhere..."

They were both acutely aware that Yuko was devouring every filthy detail through that crack—her eye unblinking, cheeks flushing with unwanted heat—but they understood my devious plan perfectly: create the ultimate misunderstanding, paint Julie as a pussy-hungry lesbian diving into Marina's curves to throw Yuko off the scent of my cheating cock.

Julie's face flushed deeper, a mix of blush and triumphant horniness, her thoughts brushing mine through our bond: [God, husband, you're a genius... letting her think I'm a dyke after the divorce... while your thick cock throbs inside me, invisible and owning us both... it's so fucking risky, so hot—my clit's on fire, imagining her watching me "fuck" Marina like this...]

Marina grinded harder against me, her clit sliding slickly over my cock's base, smearing Julie's gushing juices everywhere, her ass cheeks quivering from the slap—red print glowing like a brand.

Julie grabbed a fistful of Marina's hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, then leaned down to bite her neck possessively, whispering loud enough for Yuko to catch: "Take it, you needy slut... let me wreck your holes as only I can..."

Yuko's thoughts grew more frantic, her breath quickening audibly through the door: [Holy shit... Aunt Julie's slapping that ass raw, Marina's tits heaving, pussy lips parting wide—glistening, begging... no cock in sight, but the way they're moving, grinding like they're stuffed full... fuck, my thighs are slick now, robe sticking to my hard nipples... is this real?]

[Aunt Julie, a lesbian dominatrix? Haruna would die... but if Jack's not here, maybe he's innocent... or hiding... god, I need to touch myself... no, control it... but their moans... so wet, so desperate... I can't look away...]

I thrust upward again—relentless, pounding Julie's cunt with invisible force, her juices squirting lightly with each slam, splattering Marina's thighs. The women moaned in unison, bodies writhing in exaggerated ecstasy, tits bouncing wildly, asses jiggling—putting on the horniest lesbian show imaginable while my cock secretly claimed them both.

The air thickened with the scent of arousal, wafting toward Yuko, driving her thoughts wilder: [Smells like cum-flooded pussy... ass-stretched filth... they're both leaking, holes twitching... fuck, my clit's pulsing—need to rub it... but if I open the door wider...]

Julie blushed even harder—her cheeks flaming crimson, eyes glassy with lust—as her pussy spasmed violently around my invisible cock.

The tight, wet ripples milked me in frantic pulses, her inner walls fluttering like they were trying to suck every last drop of pre-cum straight out of me.

The thrill of deception had turned her into a dripping, shameless mess; knowing we were corrupting Yuko's mind one filthy, misleading glimpse at a time made her clit throb harder against the base of my cock where it pressed through Marina's slick folds.

Suddenly, Yuko's thoughts snapped back into sharp focus through my telepathy:

[No... what the hell am I doing...? This is wrong... I'm standing here like a pervert, pussy throbbing, nipples aching under my robe... watching my own aunt grind on another woman like a bitch in heat...]

I watched through the door as her eye disappeared from the crack. The handle turned slowly, deliberately, and the door eased shut with the softest click—almost reverent, like she was afraid to make any more noise that might pull her back in.

Through the wall, my AI Lens

tracked her: Yuko stood frozen in the hallway for a long second, one hand clamped desperately between her thighs, pressing hard against the soaked crotch of her black silk panties.

Her legs squeezed together rhythmically—thighs rubbing, trying to quell the insistent ache in her clit without giving in fully. Her free hand clutched the wall for support; her chest heaved with shallow, ragged breaths. The robe had parted slightly at the front, revealing the hard peaks of her nipples straining against the thin fabric.

Her thoughts poured out in a chaotic, horny torrent:

[They're both so shameless... grinding, moaning, slapping each other's asses like animals... how could I stand there and watch...? My cunt is literally dripping down my thighs now... It's these two sluts who corrupted me... their smell, their sounds... fuck, I can still taste the air—cum, pussy, ass, everything... I need to get away before I... before I touch myself right here...]

[I should look for Jack. That's why I came. If he's not in there... maybe he really is innocent. Or maybe he's hiding somewhere else, fucking someone else... I need to find him before my head explodes...]

She finally tore herself away—steps shaky at first, then quicker, retreating down the hall toward the guest wing. Her hand stayed pressed between her legs the whole way, fingers subtly grinding against her clit through the silk with every hurried step.

I exhaled slowly and deactivated my invisibility.

My body shimmered back into view beneath them—solid, sweat-slick, cock still buried to the hilt in Julie's spasming cunt, Marina's dripping pussy still grinding shamelessly against the base.

Julie's head lolled back against my shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a filthy, breathless smile. She rolled her hips once more—slow, deliberate—making sure every inch of me dragged against her sensitive walls.

"Aaaah..." she moaned, voice wrecked and sultry. "Is Yuko not here anymore...?"

I brought my hand down hard—crack—slapping her plump ass cheek with enough force to make it jiggle and bloom bright red. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

"Yeah," I growled low against her ear, fingers digging into the stinging flesh. "She thought you two were so shameless she couldn't take it anymore. Ran off clutching her pussy like it was on fire."

Julie let out a delighted, throaty laugh that turned into a needy whimper as her cunt clenched hard around me again.

"Poor thing," she purred, grinding down deeper, forcing another thick inch inside her. "Watching us 'lesbian lovers' fuck each other senseless... bet she's in the guest room right now, robe hiked up, fingers buried in that tight little cunt, trying not to moan your name while she comes."

Marina lifted her head from my chest, lips swollen and shiny, eyes blazing with dark amusement and fresh jealousy.

I thrust upward once—hard, punishing—making both women cry out in unison.

Julie's nails raked down my invisible-but-now-visible chest. "Fuck... do it again, husband. Pound me while we talk about how wet Yuko got watching us."

Marina reached down between us, fingers finding Julie's swollen clit and circling it roughly.

"And when she comes back tomorrow," Marina added, voice dripping venom and lust, "we'll make sure she smells even more of you on us. Maybe leave the door cracked again... let her hear you breeding us properly this time."

I grabbed Marina's hair, yanking her down for a brutal kiss—tongue invading, claiming—while I slammed up into Julie again and again, the wet slap-slap-slap filling the room.

Julie's orgasm had barely faded—her cunt still twitching in aftershocks around my cock—when she suddenly grabbed Marina by the waist with surprising strength, her fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh like she owned every inch of her.

In one fluid, dominant motion, she lifted Marina's hips high off my shaft, breaking the slick, messy grind between them with a wet pop

that echoed obscenely in the room.

Marina's face stayed pressed flush to my chest, her massive tits squashed flat against me like warm, heaving pillows, nipples scraping my sweat-slick skin with every ragged, desperate breath.

Her lower body was now arched impossibly high—ass thrust up toward the ceiling, thighs trembling and spread wide like a wanton invitation, her puffy pussy lips parted and glistening with our mixed juices, strings of thick, creamy arousal stretching from her dripping slit down to my throbbing cock like filthy spiderwebs.

"Aaaah... Sister Julie... what are you doing...?" Marina gasped, her voice cracking high and needy, a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and raw, building heat that made her clit throb visibly against the air. Her body shuddered involuntarily, hips wiggling in Julie's grip, ass cheeks clenching and releasing as if begging for whatever came next.

Julie didn't answer with words at first.

Instead, she spread Marina's plump, jiggling asscheeks wide apart with both hands—thumbs hooking deep into the soft, dimpled flesh, prying them open like she was unwrapping a dirty secret.

Marina's tight pink asshole was fully exposed now, winking lewdly in the warm lamplight, the puckered ring slightly puckered and glistening from earlier sweat, stray drips of Julie's squirt that had run down her crack, and the faint, musky residue of a day's unwashed filth.

The scent hit Julie immediately—ripe, earthy, unapologetically dirty—and she leaned in without a second's hesitation.

Her nose pressed right against the twitching ring—deep, shameless inhale after inhale—long, greedy sniffs that filled her lungs with Marina's most intimate, forbidden aroma. The wet, audible sound of her sniffing echoed between our heavy breaths, like a predator savoring its prey.

"Fuck..." Julie murmured, her voice muffled against Marina's ass, lips brushing the sensitive skin as she inhaled again, deeper this time, nostrils flaring.

"It's so fucking smelly back here... haven't you taken a shit today and washed this dirty little hole properly, you filthy slut? I can smell it—thick, musky shit residue clinging to your tight ring, mixed with sweat and pussy drip... god, it's nasty, like you've been holding it in all day, letting it build up just for me to sniff out."

Marina whimpered loudly, her hips jerking back instinctively against Julie's face, trying to grind her ass deeper into the teasing contact even as her cheeks burned scarlet with humiliation.

"S-Sister... don't... aaaaah... It's so embarrassing... I... I did shit earlier but... oh god, your nose on my dirty asshole—sniffing me like a bitch in heat—aaaaah, it's making my pussy clench so hard, dripping everywhere..."

Julie ignored the half-protest, her own arousal spiking as she buried her face deeper. She spat—thick, messy glob after glob of hot saliva—right onto the puckered hole, watching with filthy delight as it slid down the crease, pooling around the rim before dripping lower toward Marina's swollen cunt.

"Mmm, look at this filthy shithole... still stinking of your morning dump, all tangy and raw... You didn't even wipe properly, did you? I can taste the dirt on my tongue already—nasty, unwashed ass flavor that's got my clit throbbing just from the smell."

Marina's moans turned high and broken, her body convulsing as Julie's words sank in like a dirty aphrodisiac. "Aaaaah—Julie—oh fuck—your filthy mouth... sniffing my shitty hole—aaaaah, it's so wrong, so gross—don't stop—sniff deeper, make it dirtier—my asshole's twitching for you—oh god, I'm gonna come just from your nose buried in my unwashed ass—aaaaah, yes, spit more, make it sloppy and nasty!"

Julie dove in ravenously now—tongue flicking out flat against the rim at first, lapping up her own spit mixed with Marina's musky essence in long, slow, obscene stripes from perineum up over the pucker.

She savored every filthy detail: the faint, bitter tang of residue, the salty sweat, the underlying heat of Marina's arousal amplifying it all into something intoxicatingly depraved.

"God, you taste like pure filth back here... shitty, sweaty asshole that hasn't seen soap since your last dump—mmm, I'm tonguing it clean for you, slut... pushing inside to get every dirty crevice..."

Her tongue circled the rim teasingly—slow, wet swirls that made Marina's hole clench and relax rhythmically—then probed deeper, spearing inside with firm, thrusting motions, fucking Marina's ass with her mouth like a mini-cock. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room—slurp, slurp, spit—as Julie tongue-fucked her relentlessly, her nose grinding against Marina's tailbone, inhaling the raw, unfiltered scent with every breath.

Marina's whole body arched like a bowstring, her fingers clawing desperately at my chest, nails leaving red welts as waves of humiliated pleasure crashed through her.

"Aaaaah—fuck—Sister—your tongue in my dirty shithole—oh god—it's so deep, swirling around my filthy insides—aaaaah, I can feel you tasting my shit residue, you nasty bitch—don't stop—lick it clean—make me your dirty ass slut—aaaaah, my pussy's leaking so much, clit throbbing—oh fuck, I'm close—tongue me harder—aaaaah!"

Julie moaned into Marina's hole—vibrations humming straight through her sensitive walls, amplifying the filth—her own pussy clenching empty and aching as she devoured her.

"Mmmph—yes, you filthy whore... your asshole's gripping my tongue like it wants to suck it in... so dirty, so stinky—bet you shat a big load today and didn't even rinse, left it all crusty for me... god, I love how nasty you are—spitting in your shitty ring to make it sloppier—tongue-fucking the filth right out of you..."

Marina's pussy dripped hotter against my stomach, fresh gushes of slick pooling as Julie ate her out from behind like a starving animal, her tongue plunging in and out with obscene, rhythmic thrusts while her thumbs kept the cheeks spread wide, exposing every twitching inch.

Marina's moans turned raw and animal, voice cracking higher with every plunge.

"Aaaaaahhh Julie, your tongue is inside my shitty hole oh my godddd... swirling around tasting my unwashed shit residue... it's so fucking dirty... so nasty... lick it all out... eat my filthy ass... make me your dirty toilet slut... aaaaahhh fuck I'm gonna come just from your mouth owning my rank shithole... deeper... tongue-fuck my dirty insides... yessss!"

Julie moaned right into her, vibrations humming through Marina's walls.

"Mmmphhh yes, squeeze my tongue with that stinky shitty ring... god you taste so gross and delicious... dripping ass musk all over my chin... I could live with my face buried in your filthy unwashed hole... spit more in there... make it sloppy and nasty..."

She pulled back just long enough to spit again—three thick ropes—then plunged two fingers in alongside her tongue, stretching the ring wide, fucking Marina's ass with spit-slick knuckles while her tongue lapped at the stretched rim and overflowing mess.

"Feel that, slut? Fingers stirring up the dirt in your shitty little shithole... you're leaking ass juice and spit all over my face... such a nasty girl... I'm gonna make this filthy hole gape and drip for days..."

Marina shattered.

Her body locked up like a drawn bow—back arching violently, thighs shaking, pussy gushing in hot, forceful squirts that sprayed across my abs and Julie's forearm.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh I'm cummiiinnngggg! Your filthy tongue and fingers wrecking my shitty asshole... tasting my unwashed shit... oh fuck oh fuck swallow my filth... eat my dirty hole through my orgasm... aaaaaahhhhh yesssssss!"

Julie drank it down greedily, moaning her own encouragements into the convulsing ring.

"Yessss cum for me you dirty ass pig... clench that stinky shithole on my tongue... squeeze out more of that nasty tang... god you're flooding my mouth with your filthy ass flavor... give me every drop... mmmmmm more more more..."

Marina collapsed forward, trembling, ass still twitching, asshole winking wetly around nothing now that Julie had pulled her fingers and tongue free. Julie lifted her head—face absolutely drenched: spit, Marina's musk, faint streaks of residue glistening on her chin and cheeks. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, eyes feral.

"Mmmmm... that's a properly filthy asshole... tongue-cleaned but still reeking of your dirty secrets. Now taste yourself on my mouth, slut."

She grabbed Marina by the hair and yanked her into a deep, sloppy kiss—tongues sliding, sharing the nasty, bitter-salty essence of Marina's unwashed ass while her hand wrapped around my cock and stroked it roughly, slick with everyone's mess.

I growled low in my throat, hips bucking into her fist.

"Enough fucking around. Julie—on your back. Legs wide. I'm breaching that womb right fucking now. Marina—straddle her face backward and grind that freshly rimmed, spit-soaked, filthy asshole right on her lips while I ruin her."

Julie flipped instantly, thighs splaying open, pussy lips parting with a wet schlick, already leaking thick cream down her crack in anticipation.

"Yessss husband... fuck me deep... breach my womb with that fat cock... make me feel it punching my cervix... stretch my guts... aaaaahhh god I need it so bad..."

I lined up and slammed home in one brutal thrust—burying every inch, the head battering straight against her cervix like a battering ram.

Julie's scream was immediate, raw, guttural.

"Aaaaaahhhhh fuuuuckkkk! Your cock slamming into my womb... so fucking deep... stretching my insides apart... aaaaahhh yes pound my cervix... make it burn... hurt me so good... aaaaahhh I can feel your fat head forcing its way through... womb begging for your load... harder... wreck me... aaaaahhhhh!"

Her back arched off the mattress, massive tits bouncing wildly with every punishing stroke, pussy squirting in hot little bursts around my cock as the pleasure-pain built to a fever pitch.

"Aaaaahhh deeper deeper... breach me completely... oh fuck your thick cockhead pushing inside my womb... it's too much... too fucking good... make me your breeding bitch... fill my deepest cunt... aaaaahhh yessss I'm cumming already... womb spasming on your cock... aaaaahhhhh!"

Marina swung her leg over, lowering her spit-drenched, freshly tongue-fucked asshole straight onto Julie's waiting mouth. Julie's tongue shot out like a whip—lapping hungrily at the still-musky, stretched ring.

"Mmmmmm back in your filthy shithole... tasting my spit and your dirty ass again... aaaaahhh husband pound my womb while I eat her nasty, rank hole... aaaaahhh yesss grind it on my face... smear your shitty flavor all over my lips..."

Julie's moans vibrated deep into Marina's ass, making her grind down harder, hips rolling in filthy circles.

"Aaaaahhh Sister your tongue's back inside my dirty asshole... licking my unwashed shit residue while husband wrecks your womb... oh goddd swallow my filth... eat my stinky hole... aaaaahhh yesss tongue-fuck me deeper... make me cum again on your nasty face..."

I pounded Julie mercilessly—each thrust forcing her cervix to yield a little more, the head of my cock finally breaching through into the tight, fluttering warmth beyond.

Julie's screams turned feral, muffled against Marina's ass but still ringing clear.

"Aaaaaahhhhh breaching... your cock inside my fucking womb... oh goddd it's stretching me open... ruining my deepest cunt... aaaaahhh yes deeper... punch my womb... fill it with cum... aaaaahhh I'm cumming so hard... womb milking you... squirt squirt squirt... aaaaahhhhh!"

Her body convulsed—pussy clamping like a fist, squirting violently around my cock, womb fluttering wildly as if trying to suck me deeper.

Marina followed right behind—grinding her asshole frantically on Julie's tongue.

Marina's body locked up like a live wire—back bowing so hard her spine arched off my chest—her asshole clenching rhythmically around Julie's plunging tongue as the orgasm tore through her like wildfire.

"Aaaaahhh your filthy mouth owning my shitty hole again... cumming cumming... swallow my ass filth... aaaaahhhhh!"

She shattered completely.

Her pussy convulsed in violent spasms, squirting in thick, forceful jets that sprayed hot and messy across my abs, Julie's chin, and the sheets below.

The clear liquid gushed in rhythmic pulses—each one stronger than the last—drenching everything in her scent, her release mixing with the lingering musk of her unwashed ass that Julie had just devoured.

Marina's thighs shook uncontrollably, ass cheeks quivering around Julie's face as she ground down harder, smearing her filthy, spit-soaked ring across Julie's lips and nose one last time.

"Aaaaahhhh fuuuckkk... still squirting... your tongue in my dirty shithole made me explode... aaaaahhhh yessss... drink it all... aaaaahhhh!"

At the exact same moment, Julie's own climax detonated.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist around my cock—walls rippling, spasming, trying desperately to push me out with the sheer force of her squirting orgasm—but her womb had other ideas.

The tight ring of her cervix had finally yielded completely to my relentless pounding; the swollen tip of my cock was lodged deep inside her womb, trapped in that hot, fluttering chamber as it belonged there. Every violent squirt she released tried to expel me, but the suction of her womb held me fast, milking the head with greedy, rhythmic pulses.

Julie's muffled screams vibrated straight into Marina's still-twitching asshole.

"Aaaaaahhhh... husband... your cock is inside my fucking womb... oh godddd... it's stretching my deepest cunt... I'm squirting so hard it's pushing you... but my womb won't let go... aaaaahhhh... keep it there... breed me... aaaaahhhh!"

The dual sensations—Marina's hot squirt raining down my torso and Julie's womb desperately clutching my tip while her pussy gushed around my cock—snapped the last thread of my control.

I groaned low and primal, hips locking forward as the pressure in my balls finally broke.

"Aaaaaaah take it Julie... here it comes... fuuuuckkkk..."

I erupted.

SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT.

Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her womb—powerful, endless pulses that flooded the tight space, painting her deepest walls white. Each spurt felt like it was being sucked deeper by her fluttering cervix, her womb greedily drinking every drop like it was starving for my seed.

Julie felt every single one.

Her body jerked with each jet—moans turning into raw, shattered wails as the heat bloomed inside her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah... fuck... aaaaaaaaah oh my god... It's so hot... burning my womb... aaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaah... filling me... so much cum... aaaaahhh I can feel it splashing inside... breeding me... oh godddd... more... give me every drop... aaaaaahhhhh!"

Her pussy spasmed harder around my base—squirting again in sympathy, hot jets mixing with the overflow of my cum that started leaking out around my cock despite her womb's desperate grip on the tip. The excess dribbled down her ass crack, pooling on the sheets in thick, creamy puddles.

Marina—still riding the tail end of her own climax—moaned in broken harmony, her voice high and wrecked as she ground her dripping pussy and filthy asshole against Julie's face one final time.

"Aaaahhh... aaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaah... your cum flooding her womb... I can smell it mixing with my ass filth on her lips... aaaaahhh... so fucking hot... aaaaaahhhh!"

Julie's tongue never stopped—lapping weakly at Marina's twitching ring even as her own body convulsed, swallowing the last traces of Marina's dirty flavor while her womb milked me dry.

I kept spurting—smaller pulses now, but still thick and hot—until I was completely spent, cock throbbing inside her clutching womb, every last rope deposited deep where it belonged.

Julie finally collapsed backward—breathless, trembling—her pussy still weakly fluttering around my base, a slow trickle of my cum leaking out around the seal where my tip remained lodged in her womb.

"Mmmmmm... so full... your seed is sitting heavy in my womb... aaaaahhh... I can feel it sloshing every time I breathe... god... I'm bred... properly bred..."

Marina slid off Julie's face—legs shaking—and collapsed beside us, face flushed, ass still glistening with Julie's spit.

Julie collapsed forward onto my chest with a soft, exhausted sigh, her body heavy and boneless, still trembling from the aftershocks. Her sweat-slick breasts pressed flat against me, nipples still stiff and dragging lazily across my skin with every shallow breath.

Cum and squirt continued to leak slowly from her stretched, ruined pussy—warm, thick trails sliding down my shaft and pooling between my thighs in sticky puddles. She nuzzled into the crook of my neck, lips brushing my pulse point, murmuring something incoherent and content.

Marina slid to my other side, curling against me like a cat claiming territory. One leg draped possessively over my thigh, her hand resting low on my stomach, fingers tracing idle circles through the drying mess of squirt and cum that coated my abs. Her ass—still faintly red from

Julie's slaps and glistening from spit—pressed against my hip, warm and soft. She tucked her face against my shoulder, breath hot and ragged, voice a hoarse whisper.

"We're all marked now... reeking of each other... husband's cum deep in Julie's womb... my shitty ass on her tongue... your cock still tasting like both of us..." She gave a sleepy, wicked little laugh. "Yuko's gonna walk in tomorrow and choke on the smell. She'll know exactly what happened... even if she never saw you."

Julie hummed in agreement, already half-gone, her hand sliding up to cup the back of Marina's neck and pull her closer across my body. Their legs tangled with mine, tits pressed to my sides, pussies still leaking faintly against my skin. Two warm, filthy, satisfied women draped over me like living blankets.

I lay there, heart still thundering, cock softening but still twitching occasionally at the feel of them. Sleep wouldn't come—not with the adrenaline still buzzing, not with Yuko's suspicious thoughts echoing in my memory, not with the house quiet except for their slowing breaths.

When their breathing finally evened out—deep, peaceful, utterly spent—I focused my will.

A subtle flex of telekinesis lifted me smoothly from between them, careful not to jostle the bed.

I hovered for a second, watching their bodies settle into the warm hollow I'd left behind. Julie curled instinctively toward Marina; Marina's arm draped over Julie's waist. They looked soft, vulnerable, completely fucked-out, and content.

I tucked the sheets around them both—gentle, almost tender—making sure they were covered against the cool night air. Then I dressed in silence: pants, shirt, shoes. No need to walk through the house and risk creaking floorboards.

I focused again.

The room twisted in a silent vortex of shadow and light.

I reappeared in the living room—standing in the middle of the dark space, the faint glow from the moon filtering through the curtains was the only light.

I reached out with telekinesis, extending my awareness like invisible tendrils through walls and doors. It was effortless now—mapping the house in my mind.

Ema and Eva are asleep in their room, breathing slowly and evenly.

Grandma is in her bedroom, peaceful.

And Yuko...

In the guest room.

Not asleep.

Her heartbeat was elevated, movements restless. She was turning over again and again—sheets rustling, breath uneven. I could almost see it: her lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, thighs pressed together, hand hovering near the waistband of her panties, fighting the urge to touch herself while replaying what she'd glimpsed through that cracked door.

Julie fucking Marina and Marina's ass arched high, the wet sounds, the moans, the overwhelming scent of sex that had hit her like a drug.

She hadn't touched herself yet—at least not fully. But she was close. The tension in her body was electric.

-x-X-x-

After a while, my senses picked up movement again—Yuko stirring in the guest room. She sat up, paused for a long moment, then padded quietly to the attached bathroom.

The faint sound of running water reached me through the walls: faucet on, splashing, a soft exhale as she washed her face. She returned to bed, but sleep still eluded her.

She turned restlessly—left side, right side, onto her stomach—sheets rustling like she was fighting a war inside her own skin. The night dragged on; the sky outside the windows began to lighten at the edges with the first gray promise of dawn.

Eventually, she gave up entirely. Bare feet on hardwood, she slipped out of the guest room and padded down the hall toward the living room.

I stayed perfectly still on the sofa, eyes closed, breathing slow and even—feigning deep sleep.

She stopped at the threshold. I felt her gaze sweep over me, sharp and assessing.

Her thoughts brushed my mind, quiet but clear:

[Jack is here... but he wasn't here before. I checked every room... the hallway, the kitchen, even the porch. Where the hell was he? Is he really asleep now...? Or pretending...?]

I let a few heartbeats pass, then slowly opened my eyes, blinking like I was just waking up.

"Oh... Sister Yuko," I murmured, voice rough with feigned sleep. "You're up early."

She startled—just a tiny flinch—then recovered, crossing her arms over her chest. She was still in her black silk robe, hair slightly mussed from all the tossing, eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something sharper underneath.

"I... I just wanted some water," she said, the words clipped, almost defensive.

I sat up slowly, stretching my arms overhead so my shirt rode up just enough to show a flash of abs still faintly marked with dried streaks from earlier. "Let me help you."

I stood, walked past her to the kitchen—close enough that she had to step aside—and flicked on the under-cabinet light. The soft glow caught the faint flush still lingering on her cheeks, the way her thighs pressed together when she thought I wasn't looking.

I filled a glass from the filtered pitcher and handed it to her.

The kitchen light cast a soft, golden halo around us, turning the simple act of handing her a glass of water into something strangely intimate.

Yuko took it with both hands, fingers lingering against mine for a heartbeat longer than necessary—cool skin, slight tremble, the faint scent of her soap mixing with the lingering musk of sleepless tension on her body. She drank slowly, eyes fixed on me over the rim, like she was trying to read every micro-expression, every flicker of intent.

I leaned back against the counter, arms loosely crossed, letting the silence stretch just enough to make her fill it.

"Where were you last night?" she asked again, quieter this time, almost reluctant. "Really. I checked every room. The hallway. The porch. Even opened the front door and looked outside. You weren't here."

Her voice carried the weight of someone who hadn't slept, who'd spent hours turning over fragments of sound and scent in her mind—the wet slap of bodies, muffled moans, the heavy perfume of sex that had seeped under the guest-room door like smoke.

I met her gaze steadily, letting just a hint of tiredness show in my expression—enough to seem human, believable.

"I got a call from Officer Sarah," I said. "Around two. She sounded urgent. Said there were new developments in the case—documents, witness statements, pressure from higher up. I couldn't ignore it."

Yuko's brows drew together. "At two in the morning?"

"Crime doesn't keep office hours," I replied with a small, wry shrug. "And it wasn't just Sarah. Gabriela was there too."

"Who is this Gabriela exactly?" she asked, voice carefully neutral, but I caught the undercurrent—jealousy, sharp and instinctive.

Yuko's grip on the glass tightened until her knuckles paled. Another woman's name. Another layer of suspicion.

I replied, "Officer Diaz's mother. She's been... fragile since everything with her son blew up. She saw the news clips, the accusations against me. Kept calling Sarah, asking if I was safe, if the charges were real. I couldn't leave her spiraling like that—not after she's already lost so much."

I watched Yuko process every word, her dark eyes flickering through a dozen emotions in the span of seconds—jealousy flaring bright then dimming, suspicion giving way to something softer, almost reluctant empathy.

A faint flush still lingered high on her cheekbones from the sleepless night and whatever fantasies or frustrations had kept her tossing. She finally exhaled, long and slow, like she was releasing a breath she'd held for hours.

She set the glass down with a soft clink on the counter, the sound unnaturally loud in the pre-dawn quiet.

"I'll go freshen up," she murmured, voice low, almost careful. She gave me one last searching look—half apology, half lingering doubt—then turned and padded back down the hallway toward the guest room. The silk of her robe whispered against her thighs with each step until the door clicked shut behind her.

The moment she was gone, soft footsteps approached from the other direction.

Ema and Eva emerged from their room, identical in their sleepy grace—hair slightly tousled, wearing matching silk camisoles and shorts that clung to their curves. They moved in perfect sync, like always, pausing at the edge of the kitchen when they saw me.

I met their eyes, kept my voice low.

"I'm going to meet Officer Jayden," I told them. "If anyone asks—Julie, Marina, Yuko—tell them I stepped out early for case business. I'll be back soon."

Ema tilted her head, a small knowing smile playing on her lips. Eva simply nodded, her expression serene but attentive.

"We'll handle it, Master," Ema said softly.

They didn't ask questions. They never did when the instruction was clear.

I gave them a brief nod, then focused my will.

The world folded around me in a silent rush—shadow and light twisting inward—and I reappeared in the dim luxury of the hotel suite where I'd left Lorena hours earlier.

The room smelled of sex and her perfume—sandalwood, vanilla, and the sharp tang of dried cum and squirt still clinging to the sheets. Morning light was just beginning to slip through the heavy curtains in thin golden slivers, painting stripes across the tangled bedding.

Lorena lay sprawled on her stomach in the center of the king bed, sheets twisted around her hips, one leg bent, the curve of her ass exposed and still faintly red from my earlier slaps.

Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips parted in sleep, breathing slow and deep. Cum had leaked out of her while she slept—thick white trails dried on her inner thighs, a small wet spot darkening the sheet beneath her.