The morning after our wild night in the sitting room dawned with a hazy glow, sunlight sneaking through the blinds like it was in on the secret. I woke up in my bed, sheets tangled around my n***d body, every muscle aching in the most delicious way. My p***y and a*s still throbbed from the relentless pounding, and I could feel the dried remnants of c*m flaking on my skin—Jake's on my t**s, Uncle Mike's leaking from my holes, Stepdaddy's mixed with my own juices smeared across my thighs. Emily's scent lingered on my lips, a faint musk that made me lick them instinctively. God, it had been everything I'd craved and more, but the hunger hadn't faded. If anything, it burned hotter, demanding an encore.
I stretched, wincing at the pull in my hips, and padded downstairs in just a loose tank top
