JANEVERA'S POV A soft, melodic laugh floated in. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic was murder. Please tell me I’m not too late?” My stomach dropped like a stone. Caesar stepped aside, and she glided into the living room like she owned every inch of it, tall, hourglass curves poured into a sleek black dress that hugged every line, makeup flawless, carrying a large silver case. Her gaze swept over me completely naked, flushed crimson, thighs glistening with cum and squirt, nipples peaked, lips swollen, hair a wild mess. The entire room reeked of raw, fresh sex, and there was no hiding it. One perfectly sculpted brow arched, slow and knowing, as her gaze raked over me, sprawled on the ruined, wet couch, skin gleaming with sweat, nipples still diamond-hard, Caesar’s crimson handprints still blazing across my ass and thighs like brands. Then her eyes slid to him, standing shirtless beside her, the soaked fabric of his boxers stretched obscenely over his still-rigid cock, the thick, angr
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