Robert walked with fast, eager steps down the quiet corridor, his heart pounding with dark anticipation. Every few seconds he glanced back, a predatory grin plastered on his face.
"Come on, Tyler! Walk faster, man," he urged, voice low but buzzing with excitement. "She's waiting for us. No more wasting time."
Tyler followed a few steps behind, his pace quicker than usual but still hesitant. On the outside he looked determined, but inside his mind was a storm.
The filthy sounds refused to leave his head... his mother's broken, shameless moans. The disgusting image of her on all fours, ass up, body painted in Alex's thick cum while she begged for more. The way she screamed that bastard's name like a whore…
He clenched his jaw hard, trying to push the memories away.
