Azriel came home earlier than planned. The house felt still when he first stepped inside, but then the sounds reached him. Low, wet, rhythmic sounds coming from the living room.
Soft moans mixed with the unmistakable slap of skin on skin. He set his bag down quietly and moved toward the open doorway without making a noise.
Riella was on her knees on the wide couch, face buried in the cushions, ass raised high in the air. A man Azriel had never seen before knelt behind her. His hands were locked around her hips as he drove a thick c**k deep into her p***y with steady, powerful thrusts. Her skirt was shoved up around her waist. Her blouse hung completely open, full heavy breasts swinging freely with every hard stroke.
“f**k, look at this cunt,” the man growled. “So wet and open. Taking e
