Brittany's eyes stayed locked on us, wide and unblinking. The silence stretched so thick I could hear Tiffany's heartbeat pounding through her back, feel it in the way her pussy kept fluttering around my cock.
Tiffany swallowed hard, tried again. "Baby… say something. Please."
Brittany's lips parted, but no words came out at first. She took one small step closer, then another, until she was at the foot of the bed. Close enough that I could see the faint tremble in her thighs, the way her fingers curled and uncurled at her sides.
"I… I came home early," she finally whispered. "I was gonna surprise you…" Her voice cracked again. "Guess I'm the one surprised."
Tiffany's breath hitched. She tried to shift forward, like she was finally going to pull off me, but her hips only rocked back instead, taking me a fraction deeper. A soft, helpless moan slipped out before she could stop it.
"I'm sorry," Tiffany breathed, eyes locked on her daughter. "I never wanted you to see me like—"
