Lila stood there on trembling legs, her skirt still slightly bunched around her hips, pussy throbbing and dripping down her inner thighs. Rhys’s fingers were still glistening from her mouth as he stepped back, jaw clenched tight like he was fighting every instinct in his body.

“You should go home,” he said roughly, but his eyes were devouring her — dark, feral, locked on the wet spot darkening the front of her panties.

Lila’s breath hitched. *Go home? After he just finger-fucked me like that? After I sucked my own juices off the fingers of my sister’s husband?* Her cunt clenched hard at the thought, another fresh trickle of arousal...