The footsteps stopped right outside our door. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might burst. Marcus’s thick c**k was still buried deep inside my c*m-drenched p***y, twitching as it hardened again. His hand stayed clamped over my mouth, fingers digging into my cheeks. Hot c*m leaked steadily from where we were joined, trickling down my thighs onto the ruined sheets.
“Don’t you f*****g dare make a sound, you filthy stepsister slut,” he breathed against my ear, voice barely audible but dripping with dark arousal. “If someone opens that door, they’re gonna see you impaled on your big brother’s c**k like a nasty c*m rag.”
I whimpered softly into his palm, my p***y clenching involuntarily around his growing shaft. The danger made everything sharper, dirtier. Footsteps shuff
