Alexei stepped away smoothly, adjusting his sweatpants to hide his massive erection. I quickly turned back to the counter, pretending to chop vegetables, my face burning, legs shaking, pussy still throbbing desperately.

Mom walked into the kitchen first, smiling brightly. “Oh, you two are making lunch? That’s sweet!”

“Yeah,” Alexei said casually, voice perfectly normal as he grabbed a knife to help. “Grace was handling it, but I figured I’d pitch in.”

Dad followed, setting down some grocery bags. “Smells good already. Need any help?”

I could barely speak. My pussy was clenching around nothing, aching for the orgasm that had been ripped away. Fresh cum was slowly leaking down...