The knocking had died away downstairs, leaving only the storm’s roar and our heavy breathing. Aria was still trembling on the parents’ bed, thighs slick with cum that kept leaking from her swollen, reddened pussy. The sheets beneath her ass were soaked—dark wet patches spreading like evidence of our crime. Bite marks bloomed across her neck and breasts like violent signatures. Her nipples stood painfully erect from the cold air and the abuse they’d taken.

She rolled onto her side, eyes glassy, lips parted and bruised.