The house was quiet again, but this time the silence hummed with a dangerous, satisfied energy. After everything that had happened in my room—watching Marcus wreck Jake’s ass while I fingered myself to tears, then sucking Daddy’s c*m-smeared c**k clean like a desperate little slut—I felt raw, used, and strangely alive. My body still tingled with aftershocks. I’d showered slowly, letting the hot water cascade over my sensitive breasts and between my thighs, washing away the sweat and c*m but not the filthy memories. My p***y throbbed with renewed need as I replayed every grunt, every slap of skin, every nasty word.
I slipped on a thin silk robe, nothing underneath, the fabric whispering against my hard n*****s and freshly shaved mound. It was late—well past midnight—but hunger gnawed at me
