Elena

The text burned on Adrian’s phone screen like a threat from the devil himself: I know what you’re doing to her, son. Meet me tonight… or I expose everything.

My knees nearly buckled. Adrian’s fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in my cum-soaked pussy, lazily pumping through the messy blend of our releases. My walls fluttered around the intrusion, greedy even after two shattering orgasms. My dress was hiked up around my waist, heavy tits spilling out the top, nipples stiff and begging.

Adrian’s jaw clenched. He pulled his fingers free with a filthy pop, bringing them to my lips. “Clean them.”

I obeyed instantly, sucking his digits into my...