Yes

It was then that she heard the key turn in the lock. Tiffany's voice called out from the hallway, "I'm home!" The shock and fear in Chloe's eyes was palpable as she hastily pulled away from Dan's cock, wiping her mouth. She scrambled to her feet, trying to compose herself while Dan frantically tucked himself back into his pants, his heart racing.

"You've got to hide," Chloe whispered urgently, pushing Dan towards the bedroom. "I'll deal with this."

With no time to argue, Dan stumbled into Tiffany's room, his heart thudding in his chest. He barely had a moment to catch his breath before he heard Tiffany's footsteps approaching the living room. He couldn't believe what was happening—he was hiding in his girlfriend's room, with her stepsister's saliva still wet on his cock.

Tiffany walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. She looked at Chloe, who was standing by the couch with a **** smile plastered on her face.

"Hey, I didn't expect you back so soon," Chloe said, trying to sound casual.

Tiffany's eyes narrowed slightly. "The meeting didn't take as long as expected." She paused, her gaze lingering on Chloe's flushed cheeks and the way she was fidgeting with the edge of her skirt. "What have you two been up to?"

Chloe's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Just watching a movie," she said, gesturing to the TV with a trembling hand. The porn was still playing, the couple on screen now in a vigorous position. Tiffany's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.

Tiffany's gaze shifted to Dan, her eyes piercing. "Yeah, looks like you've had quite the evening," she said, her voice deceptively calm. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants and the way Chloe's lipstick was slightly smeared.

For a moment, the room was tense, filled with the heavy silence of unspoken secrets. Then, Tiffany's expression shifted, and she **** a look of faux-outrage. "What the hell is going on here?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and feigned anger. "Chloe, I can't believe you would do this to me!"

Chloe's eyes went wide, and she took a step back, her hands raising in a gesture of innocence. "Tiff, I swear, it's not what it looks like!" she protested, her voice high-pitched.

But Tiffany wasn't buying it. She had seen enough. The evidence was written all over Chloe's face, the smear of lipstick on her chin giving her away. "You know what, Chloe?" she said, her voice cold. "I think it's time for you to go to your room."

Chloe's eyes darted between Tiffany and Dan, and she knew she'd been caught. She opened her mouth to protest, but Tiffany's glare was enough to make her swallow her words. With a huff, she turned on her heel and stomped down the hallway, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her. The apartment was silent for a moment, the echo of the door bouncing off the walls.

Tiffany turned to Dan, her expression a mask of disappointment. "I think it's best if you go," she said, her voice tight. "I don't know what she was thinking, but you don't need to be a part of this."

Dan nodded, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and he felt sick to his stomach knowing that Tiffany had caught them. He fumbled with his zipper, making sure everything was tucked away before he stepped closer to her. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It just... it just happened."

But Tiffany wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were on the TV screen, the image of the porn star still playing in a loop in her mind. She felt a strange mix arousal that she quickly pushed aside. "I can't do this right now," she said, her voice shaky. "Please, just go."

Dan didn't argue. He grabbed his jacket and keys, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. As he stepped into the hallway, he couldn't help but feel like he was leaving a piece of himself behind. He walked out of the apartment, the door closing with a finality that made his stomach drop. The hallway lights buzzed overhead as he descended the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Inside, Tiffany was left to deal with the aftermath of Chloe's betrayal. She stared at the TV, the image now frozen on a scene that was all too familiar. It was a scene she had watched countless times before, a fantasy she had shared with Chloe, never expecting it to play out in real life, especially not like this.