Black silk robe cinched tight at the waist, hair loose and dark, moving like shadow itself. She paused every few steps, head tilted, listening. Her hand hovered near something concealed at her hip—knife? Gun? I couldn't tell through the overlay, but the intent radiated off her in cold waves.
I clamped my hand over Julie's mouth before she could moan again. Her eyes widened in surprise, then sparkled with wicked understanding.
With my free hand, I gestured sharply at Marina—quiet, finger to lips. She froze mid-touch, breath hitching.
I leaned in, lips brushing both their ears in turn, voice the barest thread of sound:
"Yuko. She's right outside the door."
Julie's pussy clenched hard around my cock—violent, involuntary, a hot ripple that made my shaft throb painfully inside her. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, pupils blown wide with sudden, filthy thrill.
She peeled my hand off her mouth just enough to whisper back, voice trembling with excitement:
