A kitchen encounter

Adam wakes up thirsty.

The bedroom is dark. Lana is asleep on her side, back to him, breathing slow. He looks at the rug.

Kyler is not on it.

He gets up, naked, and goes down the hall. The kitchen light is on. Kyler is at the sink, still naked, a glass at her mouth. Cum has dried on her thigh. Her hair is a wreck. She sees him and freezes.

“Sorry,” she says. “I was thirsty. I didn’t— I wasn’t leaving. I just needed water.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

She nods and fills another glass. She hands it to him. Their fingers touch. He drinks. He looks at her while he drinks. Tits. Stomach. The used cunt she is not bothering to cover. The mark of his hands on her hips. She is sore in the way she stands.

His cock thickens. She sees it. Her eyes drop and stay there.

He sees her seeing it.

He finishes the water. He sets the glass in the sink and takes her hand.

He walks her to the living room and sits on the couch. His cock is straight up, hard again.

Kyler looks at it. Then at his face.

Adam looks up at her.

He says something.