We scrambled to clean up the kitchen in a frantic haze, our hearts pounding like war drums in our chests

  

  The sharp tang of sex hung heavy in the air, my pussy juices mixed with his cum, a filthy reminder of what we'd just done. 

  

  I wiped the counter with trembling hands, feeling the sticky residue of our encounter on the cool granite, while Mark zipped up his pants, his cock still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth.

  

  Mom was still upstairs, the distant sound of running water from her bath the only thing keeping us from total exposure. 

  

  But holy fuck, this was just the beginning. I could already...