I stared at her, unblinking.
Jennifer swallowed, her bravery faltering for a second before she masked it with another huff. "Well? Say something!"
"Yes, Mother-in-law," I replied, my voice steady.
Jennifer smirked, her lips curling in what she thought was a triumphant expression, but her hands trembled, giving her away. "Good," she hissed, trying to sound commanding, but her voice wavered, betraying the fragile act she'd built.
With a dramatic flourish, she leaned in and spat on my cock, her saliva hitting the shaft before slowly dripping down, glistening in the dim light. "There," she purred, fingers resuming their awkward, hesitant strokes, like she was handling something foreign. "Now it's marked by me."
Her touch was clumsy, unsure, her eyes darting between my cock and the bathroom door, as if expecting Emily to burst in and catch her. "You better remember this," she whispered, her voice laced with fake authority, "or else—"
