The soft knock came again, followed by the sleepy, slightly whiny voice from the hallway.
"Mom…?"
Renji and Miyako were still frozen in place.
Sweat traced slow paths down Renji's chest, beading along the sharp lines of his collarbone before sliding over the thin muscles of his abdomen.
Miyako's lithe form was trembling, her pale skin slick and shining. Beads of sweat rolled from the curve of her neck, slipping between her huge breasts, tracing the delicate arch of her ribs before pooling at the dip of her waist.
Renji's cock was still buried to the hilt inside her pussy, her cuffed wrists yanked high, tits mashed into the blanket inches from Kenoji's sleeping feet.
The only sound in the room was Kenoji's muffled snoring and the wet drip of Miyako's pussy cream hitting the sheets.
Their eyes cellotapped to the door. Miyako's were widened in pure panic, her whole body trembling around Renji's shaft.
