After playing those filthy games with Marina—her riding my face while I licked her sweaty armpits clean and slid my cock along her throbbing clit until she squirted all over my tongue—we were both drenched again.
Marina kissed me with her cum-and-ass breath, then pushed me away with a wicked, possessive grin.
"You should go back to your room now, my pathetic slave… that stuck-up widow bitch Madeline might get suspicious if she caught us together, covered in my pit sweat and shithole juices."
I nodded reluctantly, my heart still racing from the fun we'd shared, and slipped through the connecting door into my own room. The space felt quieter now, almost too still after the energy of Marina's company.
