Rachel's eyes went wide with panic. She scrambled off the kitchen island, her legs shaky. c*m dripped down her inner thighs as she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. "Answer it! What if something is wrong?"
Mark smirked and accepted the call, putting the phone to his ear. He was completely calm, his softening c**k still hanging out of his pants. "Hello, darling. How is London?"
Rachel stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, listening to the one sided conversation. Mark's wife was on the other end, completely unaware that her husband had just f****d the house sitter on their kitchen counter.
Mark reached out and grabbed Rachel's arm, pulling her back toward him. She shook her head frantically, but he was too strong. He lifted her back onto the island and pushed her legs
