Chapter 143 Emma

• As night fell, Emma lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The house creaked, memories of the day replaying. Justin's casual entitlement, the girls' submission, Jefferson's bold exposure. Her hand slipped under the covers, fingers circling her clit almost unconsciously. She pictured it—his fat cock sliding into her, stretching her pussy wide, pounding until she broke. A moan escaped her lips, soft and guilty.
• Down the hall, Justin texted Jefferson: She's pissed, man. But damn, those girls were fire.
• Jefferson replied: Forget them. Your sister's the one I want. Give me an in.