The house felt different the moment their parents walked back in.

Anya and Leo moved through the rooms like nothing had changed, but every glance between them carried the weight of the night before. The memory of her cunt stretched around his cock, the taste of her on his tongue, the way she had whispered his name when she came—none of it would leave them alone. They both wanted it again. The problem was simple and frustrating: their parents were home, and finding time to fuck without getting caught had become the only thing either of them could think about.