SARAH

Mom was baking cookies downstairs.

The smell of vanilla and chocolate filled the whole house while she hummed along to music in the kitchen. Michael had me in their master bathroom with the door only halfway closed.

I was bent over the sink, hands gripping the counter, completely naked. He stood behind me, pants around his ankles, fucking me with slow, deep strokes while we both watched in the big mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered, one hand around my throat, the other squeezing my tit. “Look how pretty you are taking Daddy’s cock in the same bathroom your mom uses every morning.”

I moaned softly, biting my lip...