The footsteps paused right outside the door.
My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. Marcus was still buried balls-deep inside me, his thick c**k twitching with fresh c*m, the jeweled plug stretching my ass while my p***y fluttered around him in aftershocks. I was still cuffed to the bedposts, legs spread obscenely wide, blindfold now dangling from one wrist. One wrong sound and Mom would open the door to find her husband f*****g her daughter senseless.
Marcus pressed a hand firmly over my mouth, his eyes blazing with dark lust. He slowly rolled his hips, grinding his c*m-slick c**k deeper into my overflowing p***y. I whimpered helplessly against his palm.
“Shhh,” he breathed into my ear. “Not a f*****g sound, princess.”
The footsteps continued down the hall toward the ba
