The room fell silent except for their ragged breathing. Aurelia collapsed off the sofa, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. Her head hung low, her hair matted with sweat, her face twisted in a fucked-up expression of shame, exhaustion, and lingering arousal.
She looked like a broken doll.
Rex, still standing over her, didn't show any remorse. His cock, still thick and dripping, hovered inches from her face.
Without being asked, Aurelia leaned forward. Her instincts or perhaps her broken spirit took over.
She began to use her tongue, methodically cleaning every drop of semen from his cock, her movements slow and mechanical.
Rex let out a dark, triumphant laugh that echoed off the living room walls.
"That was some good shit, Aurelia," he mocked, looking down at her with contemptuous satisfaction. "Fucking you right in front of your useless son."
"That's what I call real entertainment."
