The bathroom’s steam chokes the air, rosewater and sweat mingling as I straddle Caleb on the marble floor, his thick c**k buried deep in my p***y, each roll of my hips grinding my c**t against his pelvis. My torn sundress clings to my waist, breasts bare, c*m from Ethan and Caleb still drying on my skin from our last round. Ethan stands above me, his tattooed hand fisting my hair, guiding my mouth onto his c**k, the tip hitting my throat, making me gag. The reunion dinner’s chatter hums faintly downstairs, our family oblivious, but the locked door rattles Aunt Clara, her voice sharp, asking.
“Lila, you okay in there?” The risk of her catching me f*****g my cousins makes my p***y drip, soaking Caleb as I ride him.
I pull off Ethan’s c**k just enough to gasp.
“I’m fine, Aunt Clara!” my vo
