Marli and I, Part 7
We froze. I held Marli tightly against me, impaled on my engorged cock, the muscles in her ass continuing to react, squeezing me, willing me to continue. She propped herself up on her hands. Another knock, then a distant, small voice, “What are you guys doing?” Deena. She’d woken up. “Nothing, Deena. Go back to bed.” Marli said to the door, her voice quivering. The doorknob rattled. “Why is the door locked?” asked Deena. “We were just talking.” said Marli. “You should go back to sleep.” “I’m not tired.” replied Deena. “Can I come in?” “Deena, you need to try to go back to sleep. I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.” Marli promised, frustration rising in her voice. “I’m scared.” said Deena. “I wanna be with you guys.” With my cock still …