Heather's breathing had gone shallow. I could feel the quick beat of her heart under the arm I had wrapped around her. Outside the bedroom, the faint creak of the hallway floorboards reached us through the quiet.
And soon the door opened.
It wasn't Max.
It was Maya.
She stepped into the bedroom with her eyes locked directly on the two of us. Without a word she shut the door behind her, the soft click sealing the three of us inside. Then she simply stood near the entrance, looking at us with a blank, unreadable expression that felt completely different from her usual soft, obedient demeanor.
I kept my arm around Heather's warm, naked body, my cock still hard and pressed against the soft cleft of her ass.
"Maya… what are you doing here?" I asked, keeping my voice low. Something about her energy felt off, darker, more possessive than usual.
