I stopped mid-thrust. Esme's eyes flicked toward the sound, still breathing hard.
Minne's soft voice came through the door. "Um… I b-brought some chicken soup, Esme."
A slow grin spread across my face. I pulled out of her, leaving her hole temporarily empty and gaping. Then I grabbed one of her legs, dragged it toward the edge of the bed and lifted her up so her back rested against my chest, and guided my cock right back into her stretched asshole. She let out a sharp gasp as I filled her again.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she whispered.
I carried her toward the door like that, still buried inside her, and pulled it open.
Minne stood there holding a tray with a bowl of soup. The moment she saw us, me naked, Esme held up against my chest with my cock deep in her ass, her face went bright red.
"Oh… Master," she said shyly, eyes darting down. "I didn't know you… got home early."
"Come in," I said.
