Cindy's grip tightened on the gun. "Shut your mouth. One more word and I swear I'll put a bullet in you. You're lucky we haven't killed you already."
The tension in the room was suffocating. From inside the bathroom, the sound of running water could be heard as Lila tried to clean herself. Beth stood protectively near the bathroom door while Cindy kept her weapon trained on me, her eyes filled with pure hatred.
I stayed seated on the couch, hands still raised in surrender, watching them carefully. Despite the dangerous situation and the gun pointed at me, my cock twitched slightly at the memory of Lila limping away — her bruised, red ass and cum-leaking pussy still fresh in my mind. The scent of sex still hung heavy in the air.
The sun was slowly rising outside, casting a soft orange glow through the curtains. A new day was beginning, but the filthy events of the night felt far from over.
