The Next day arrived with soft gray light filtering through the curtains and the steady patter of rain on the roof. Amina was asleep in the room down the hall. The house felt smaller, tighter, every sound amplified. Elias woke first, his body already curved tightly around mine from behind, one arm banded across my chest and the other hand resting low on my stomach. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against my a*s.
He didn’t speak. He simply lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling sharply at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.
“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice low and rough. “My c*m still leaking out of this tight little p***y while my daughter sleeps
