The footsteps came closer.

Sophia’s eyes widened in pure panic. She quickly grabbed her tiny top, clutched it to her bare breasts, and ran barefoot out of the kitchen toward the back stairs that led to the staff quarters. Her ass jiggled as she disappeared around the corner, still half-naked.

I was left standing there alone in the middle of the kitchen, shorts tented, my cock still half-hard and glistening with a mix of her juices and my cum.

Karen appeared at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. Her hair was messy from bed.

“Marcus?...