She takes off with Marcus

Amy scrambled off the bed, her legs still shaky from the orgasm. Cum leaked down her inner thighs as she yanked her modest dress back into place, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. She grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped frantically between her legs, but the damage was already done. The sheets were soaked, the room reeked of sex, and her hair curler was still clipped in place.

"Shit, shit, shit," she whispered, shoving her feet into her shoes. She didn't even bother fixing her makeup. Her lips were swollen, her neck marked with the hickey I'd sucked into her skin. She looked freshly fucked and she knew it.

Marcus knocked again, softer this time. "Babe? You coming?"

"Coming!" Amy called back, her voice cracking. She shot me one last panicked look before rushing to the door. I stayed on the bed, cock still half-hard and glistening with our combined fluids, watching the show.

She cracked the door open just enough to slip through. Marcus stood there in the hallway, checking his phone. Amy leaned up and planted a quick, chaste kiss on his lips—the same lips that had been wrapped around my cock minutes ago.

"Sorry, running late," she said, breathless. Her hand found his and she pulled him down the hallway before he could get a good look at her. "Let's go, the movie's starting soon."

Marcus didn't notice a thing. He just laughed and let her drag him away, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend's pussy was still full of another man's cum. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving me alone in the messy room with the scent of their near-discovery still hanging in the air.

I could hear their voices fading down the hallway—Marcus asking about her hair curler, Amy making some excuse. I smiled and tucked myself away, already wondering when I'd get her alone again.