The sound of footsteps approaching the front door made my blood run cold. Luca was home and I was on my knees in the living room, completely naked, my father-in-law’s thick cock still glistening with my saliva just inches from my face.

Marco didn’t move. He stood there like a king, stroking his massive length slowly, his dark eyes locked on mine with dangerous hunger.

"Marco… please," I whispered desperately. "He’s coming. We have to stop..."

"Shh." He gripped my hair firmly, not letting me pull away. "You don’t get to stop now, Lena. You started this when you spread your legs for me like a needy little whore."

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