The door creaked open just as Ema was about to lean down to lick my cock clean.
My head snapped toward the sound, and there stood Marina, her arms crossed, her eyes blazing with a mix of amusement and dominance. "You..." she said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness that made my cock twitch.
Ema's face paled, her body freezing mid-motion. "M-Master's wife—!" she stammered, her voice trembling as she scrambled to cover herself. "I was just—"
Marina's smile was sharp, her fingers curling into Ema's hair before she could finish. "You are stealing my man," Marina purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "You deserve to be punished, don't you?"
Ema's breath hitched, her body trembling as Marina yanked her forward, shoving her face directly onto my still-hard cock. "Mmmph—!" Ema gagged instantly, her nose pressing against my skin as Marina forced her to take me deep. Saliva dripped from her lips, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe.
