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Four Minutes on My Knees Before Mom Walks Back In

Author: Dark Muse
last update publish date: 2026-10-19 00:48:51

“Upstairs. Now. On your knees by the bed.”

I stared at him. My shorts were already soaked through again. Two loads of his cum still leaking out of me, sticky and warm against my skin. The front door was locked, but Mom had just texted. She was coming back for her laptop. Four minutes.

“Kane, she will walk in,” I said. My voice shook. “We can’t. Not upstairs. Not in your room.”

“Then you should move faster.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the stairs. “Get on your knees. Mouth open. You
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