We reached back to the White House. As we walked in, Madeline was in front, deliberately swinging her juicy ass with every step, her hips swaying seductively as if teasing me on purpose. I saw Marina standing nearby — she shot me a sharp, angry glare, her eyes burning with jealousy and suspicion, like she could smell the filth of last night on me.
Madeline had a satisfied little smile on her face. She just scoffed softly and headed straight to her room without another word. I stood obediently outside her door like a good boy.
After a while, Madeline's voice called out from inside the room, low and commanding, "Dexter… come in…"
I opened the door, walked inside, and closed it behind me with a soft click. "Yes, Ma'am…"
Madeline was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed on top of each other, looking elegant yet incredibly tempting. Her skirt had ridden up slightly, showing off her smooth thighs.
