Carry on

You pad down the stairs, the loose gym shorts swishing against your thighs, but it's the hidden layers that pull your focus, the stockings whispering with each step, garters tugging at your skin like a secret leash. The g-string rides up, nestling deeper into the cleft of your ass, a constant friction against the tender ring that's still raw from last night's relentless pounding. Your cock, half-hard from the morning suck, shifts in the lace confines, the bra's straps digging into your shoulders as you move, a faint jiggle in the empty cups that makes your nipples pebble under the tank top. The hangover throbs dully in your temples, but there's a warm haze lingering, the pill's echo making everything feel... heightened, like your body's still tuned to her whims.

In the kitchen, sunlight filters through the blinds, casting stripes across the counter as you flick on the coffee maker. The machine gurgles to life, filling the air with that rich, bitter scent. You lean against the island, waiting, but your mind drifts, flashes of glory holes, cocks thrusting through walls, cum dripping down your chin as Sindi's lips stretched wide. Your hand absently adjusts the front of your shorts, brushing over the bulge where the panties cup your balls, sending a spark up your spine. Why'd you grab her stuff? It just felt... natural, like slipping back into that submissive fog.

Footsteps creak on the stairs, she's coming down, in one of her silk robes that barely ties, tits spilling out the sides. You pour two mugs as she enters, steam rising in lazy curls. She slides onto a stool at the island, robe parting to flash thigh and the curve of her hip, eyes raking over you with that knowing smirk. 'Morning, handsome. Or should I say... pretty?' Her voice drips amusement, gaze dropping to the way your tank clings just a bit too oddly across your chest. She sips her coffee, black and hot, while you stand there, mug in hand, the suspenders' clips pressing into your skin like a reminder of who's in charge.