Sunlight filtered weakly through the heavy rain clouds the next morning, casting a gray, muted glow over the mansion. Elena woke with a start, her body sore in the most intimate places. Her p***y still felt tender and used, and when she shifted in bed, she could feel the dried remnants of Marcus’s c*m on her inner thighs from the night before.
Reality crashed down on her like a cold wave.
What have I done?
She sat up quickly, pulling the covers around her naked body. The memory of being bent over the couch, moaning “Daddy” while her stepfather f****d her raw and filled her with his seed, made her cheeks burn with shame. This was wrong. Deeply, unforgivably wrong. He had raised her. He was married to her mother. And she had let him—begged him—to c*m inside her without protection.
Elena
