Alexei woke me with his c**k already hard against my ass.
I was still full of Dmitri. The mess had leaked overnight, sticky between my thighs, and when Alexei’s hand slid down and found how wet I was he groaned like it was all for him. He pushed inside from behind in one slow thrust, no warning, no condom. I bit the pillow to stay quiet. Every stroke dragged through the leftover c*m his father had left in me. The stretch burned in the best and worst way. I pushed back anyway, letting him believe the slick, greedy sounds were his.
He f****d me deeper than the night before, one hand on my hip, the other fisted in my hair. “Still so tight,” he muttered against my neck. “My perfect wife.”
I came with a broken sound I muffled in the sheets, cunt clenching around him while my mind stayed on t
