Devon's hand closed around the cold, textured grip of the pistol on the nightstand, his fingers steady, his senses honed to a razor's edge as the faint creak of the front door echoed from downstairs, a jarring intrusion into the heavy silence.
The air in the bedroom was thick, saturated with the musky scent of sex, Claire's juices, sweat, and the lingering sweetness of whipped cream smeared across the tangled red silk sheets. The room was a battlefield of passion, the bed a chaotic mess of damp fabric, stained with her cum and marked by the raw intensity of their encounter.
Claire lay sprawled across the mattress, her body limp, her pussy glistening, cum oozing slowly down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets in a slick, glistening puddle. Her
