I pressed my back against the cool wood of the closet door, heart hammering like a drum in my chest. The faint scent of Salma's perfume clung to the air in here, mixed with the musky remnants of our earlier frenzy.
My c**k was still semi-hard, trapped uncomfortably in my jeans, a traitor that refused to calm down even as panic clawed at me. Voices filtered through from the hallway, muffled but clear enough to make my blood run cold.
"Mom? What took you so long? I knocked like three times." Emily's voice, sharp with that edge she got when she was annoyed. I could picture her standing there, arms crossed, her blonde hair tied back in that ponytail she always wore after a long day.
Salma's laugh was light, casual, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
"Ay, mija, sorry. I was in the ki
