The creak from upstairs had stopped. No more footsteps. No doors opening. Just silence again—thick, waiting silence. But the fear lingered like smoke in the air. Someone could have heard us. Could still be listening. And that thought only made my cock twitch harder inside Aria’s dripping pussy.

I pulled out slowly. A thick rope of cum stretched between us before snapping. It dripped down her thigh in slow, obscene trails. She stayed bent over the couch arm, ass still high, breathing ragged. Her pussy looked wrecked—swollen lips parted, red and glistening, leaking my seed in steady pulses.