MAYA
My heart nearly stopped when I heard Mom’s footsteps coming down the stairs.
Tristan’s fingers were still buried deep inside me, two thick digits stretching my dripping p***y while his thumb hovered over my swollen c**t.
I was right there- seconds away from shattering. My legs were shaking violently, one still hooked over the counter like a complete w***e.
In one smooth motion, Tristan pulled his hand out of my shorts and stepped back. He casually sat down on one of the high bar stools at the kitchen island, looking completely relaxed, like he hadn’t just been finger-f*****g me while my mother was just steps away.
I quickly fixed my shorts, face burning, thighs slick with my own arousal. My p***y throbbed angrily at the sudden emptiness.
Mom walked into the kitchen wearing her
