The dick thrust in and out of the tender pink aperture repeatedly, stirring up sticky, wet sounds. Mario's breathing grew heavier, indicating he was close to climax. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a returning girl politely inquired, "Miss Margaret, I found your skirt. Can I come in now?"
The door wasn't locked, and due to the knocking, it loosened slightly.
Mario tensed uncontrollably, his flesh rod buried in the passage, bouncing a few times before releasing thick, warm semen. Margaret hadn't reached orgasm yet and lifted her eyelids to look at him indifferently.
—Useless.
Although she didn't speak aloud, Mario understood the meaning in her gaze.
He felt utterly ashamed, his neck and scalp burning as if they were on fire, shame tightly binding his tormented soul. Wanting to offer some excuse, his mouth was still stuffed with underwear, his tongue constricted, producing copious saliva.
