The rest of dinner was a haze of throbbing need and dripping shame. Every small shift in my seat made me feel the warm mess between my legs. Alexei kept teasing me under the table — brushing my oversensitive clit, occasionally slipping a finger back inside me when our parents weren’t looking.

When dinner finally ended and our parents moved to the living room to watch TV, Alexei caught me in the hallway. He pressed me against the wall, sliding his hand back under my skirt and pushing three fingers deep into my cum-drenched pussy again.

“You were such a good girl tonight,” he whispered hotly against my ear, pumping...