Anna's Pov
I lay rigid under my silk sheet long after my mom left the room.
My stomach felt uneasy but it wasn't because of a stomach ache, just an anxious need to continue what I was doing.
My fingers were still sticky and I brought them up to my nose, sniffing the musky scent of my p***y.
Everytime I tried to close my eyes, I saw the girl bent over in the washing machine, oil on her ass, a thick c**k driving in and out of her wet snatch.
My c**t felt swollen and angry, sending shivers up my spine as it roughly rubbed against my cotton panties.
For hours, I laid still, staring at the ceiling, listening to the ruckus happening outside my room.
My siblings laughed like mad hyenas, the sound grating on my nerves.
"You both, get your homework out now. And turn off the televisi
