Angela shivered at the reminder, thighs pressing together with a faint squish. "They'll know something happened… they'll smell it on me…"
"Let them." I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Let them smell my cum on you. Let them see how marked you are. And when Mira starts asking questions… just smile. She'll know. Deep down, she already knows."
I glanced toward the tree where Mira was hiding. No movement. Just that ragged breathing—faster now, almost panicked. The soft, unmistakable schlick of fingers working frantically inside soaked panties. She was close. Teetering right on the edge.
Angela followed my gaze, then pressed her body against mine again, voice dropping to a sultry whisper meant for Mira's ears alone.
"Come on, husband… let's head back before the sun comes up. I need to lie down… feel all this cum sloshing inside me while I pretend to sleep."
