"Yes, Gwen... We... we'll have dinner together..." Delilah answered, her face glazed with my sticky release. Her voice was flat, straining to conceal the chaos unfolding just behind the door.
"Oh, okay!" Gwenneth chirped from the other side, completely oblivious to what was happening mere feet away. "I've been wanting to try that new downtown restaurant! Or, what if we cooked together at home instead? It'd be more memorable, right? I can help you—"
While Gwenneth prattled on excitedly, I lifted Delilah's chin. My eyes drank in her defiled face; the white streaks marring her perfect canvas only fueling my desire. With my thumb, I smeared the mess on her cheek, spreading my seed further across her smooth skin.
"Good," I whispered, my voice for her ears only. "Now, stand up and face the door. Bend over, put your hands on the floor. Stick that plump ass out for me... like a bitch in heat."
