The room was thick with the scent of arousal, the air heavy with the sounds of Jennifer's breathy moans. My finger teased her, slipping inside her as I brought my other hand down sharply on her clit. "It's time to punish this naughty pussy," I murmured, my voice rough with command, my accent laced with a dark, possessive edge.
Jennifer gasped, her body arching into my touch, her hips lifting off the bed as if begging for more. "Aaaah…" she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and urgency. "Dexter, please…"
Before she could say another word, I flipped her over, pressing her into the mattress with a firm hand on her back. The moment my body covered hers, she let out a soft, desperate cry. "Aaaah… slow down…" she moaned, her voice trembling, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.
"Mother, are you asleep?" Emily's voice called from the other side of the door, her tone hesitant but insistent.
