Nathalie nodded obediently, though her cheeks were still flushed and her legs looked a little unsteady. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, then opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
As she walked away, I watched her carefully. Her steps were slightly wider than usual, her ass swaying with each movement.
Every few steps, she paused subtly, clenching her thighs together as she tried to keep the cum-soaked panties from shifting inside her stretched shithole.
The thin night robe clung to her curves, and I could already imagine how the plug would feel — pressing my warm load deeper every time she moved or sat down.
She glanced back once, her eyes full of nervous excitement and filthy submission, before continuing down the hallway toward the dining area where Jennifer and Emily were waiting.
