Now alone, Erik finally opened his eyes again. "Interesting…" he muttered, a shit-eating smirk on his lips. "Little Naeku might just be somewhat of a closeted slut."
Entwining his fingers behind his head, he walked away. Looking up at the ceiling, deep in thought as he pondered his possible future with Naeku. The grin never left his face.
* * *
Meanwhile, behind that door, a red-faced Naeku had sagged down against the floor. With her knees pulled up, she stared at her hands and groaned in frustration. "How did it go so wrong…?" she muttered miserably. But then she sighed and looked up, "And why do I not feel worse about it…?"
Looking back down at her hands, struggle appeared in her eyes. Slowly, she brought a cum-covered, trembling finger to her full lips and stuck it in her mouth. Instantly, she started to moan as its taste spread across her mouth again.
