ANDY

Sarah's words hung in the air like a bomb timer. Twenty minutes. Tiffany's pussy was still fluttering around my cock, warm and full of my cum, her legs locked tight around my waist like she refused to let reality crash in. She rocked her hips once, slow and teasing, even as her eyes flicked toward the front door where Damien was threatening to break shit.

"Twenty minutes," she echoed, voice husky. "Not a lot of time." Her inner walls squeezed me deliberately, pulling a groan from my throat. "But enough for one more."

I should have pulled out. Cleaned up. Figured out how to hide her. Instead I thrust...