Peter carried her from the bed with her legs locked tight around his waist, his giant cock buried to the hilt in her spasming pussy.
The thick, creamy mixture of his cum and her mother-juice leaked in heavy, viscous rivulets down his thighs with every deliberate step, splattering softly against the hardwood floor in sticky trails that cooled instantly in the morning air.
The mansion utterly silent save for the wet, rhythmic slap of their sweat-cum-slicked bodies colliding and her soft, broken whimpers muffled against the hollow of his neck, each exhale a trembling confession of need and surrender.
"Ohhh… Peter…"
He kicked open the bathroom door with a sharp crack of wood on marble.
Steam exploded outward in a dense, scalding, suffocating wave—a roiling cloud of humid fire that swallowed the entire room whole, clinging to their skin like a living thing, stinging their eyes with burning moisture, filling their lungs with thick, humid heat that tasted of metal and sex.
