THE MANOR OF WINTER SECRETS
The confrontation had come and gone, leaving the fracture wider than ever—jagged, bleeding, impossible to ignore.
Elara slid one trembling hand down her body, slipping beneath her skirts. Her fingers found her soaked, puffy folds and the sticky mess still oozing from her hole. She rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit, two fingers plunging deep into her cum-slicked pussy as she chased a shameful, guilty orgasm right there in the open hall.
She came hard and fast—hips jerking, biting her lip bloody to stay quiet—imagining Kaelen bending her over while Lyra watched, forcing her to admit out loud what a filthy, incestuous whore she had become for her best friend’s father.
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