Ariella stayed on the couch, skirt only half pulled down, the stranger’s c*m still slowly leaking from her p***y and shining on her thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The fear in her eyes was real as she stared at Azriel standing in the doorway.
“Please,” she said, voice cracking. “Azriel, say something. I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell him.”
He did not step inside the room. He remained in the doorway and looked at her. His eyes moved slowly over the open blouse, the heavy breasts still marked by the other man’s hands, and the wet, used look of her p***y.
“You were begging him to come inside you,” Azriel said quietly. “You told him to fill you up. You came on his c**k while I watched.”
Ariella’s face flushed deeper. She tried to close her legs but froze when he
