The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m. Mom’s flight landed in six hours. They hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even tried. The house felt smaller now, every corner heavy with the scent of them—sweat, s*x, the faint metallic tang of lube and c*m. They’d claimed it all.
Started in the living room after midnight. Vicky on her back on the rug, legs hooked over Mark’s shoulders while he ate her out slow, tongue circling her c**t until she was clawing his scalp and begging. Then flipped, riding him reverse so he could watch his c**k disappear into her soaked p***y, hands gripping her ass, spreading her while she bounced. He came inside her first load of the night, hot and thick, but didn’t pull out—just kept her seated on him, grinding lazy circles until he hardened again.
Bedroom next. Face down, a
