
Richard came home at 9:17 p.m. smelling of steak and red wine.
Elena met him at the door in a soft robe, the black lace bra still underneath, the collar hidden beneath the high neckline of a silk camisole. Damianβs cum was still warm and thick inside her pussy from the afternoon. She had not cleaned it out. She had walked around the apartment for hours feeling the slow leak of it with every step, the secret weight of it a constant, filthy reminder.




















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