I chuckled darkly at the sight of Yuko — a dripping, reeking mess on her knees, blouse plastered transparently to her cum-and-piss-glazed tits, nipples stiff and obvious, skirt heavy and dark with my mark.
The sharp, musky stench of piss mixed with thick semen hung thick in the air around her like a filthy perfume.
Right then, Julie's voice cut through the door, sweet but laced with suspicion.
"Are you guys done in there? Did something happen? Why is it taking so long?"
I forced my voice to sound hoarse and embarrassed.
"C-coming, Aunt Julie…" I stammered loudly, adding a fake little cough for effect.
Yuko's eyes snapped up in pure terror. She stared down at herself — the soaked, see-through blouse, the yellow-tinged wet patches running all the way to the hem of her skirt, the way droplets still slid down her inner thighs. The smell was impossible to hide.
