Her Skin I Faked
Language: en
In the heat of our intimacy, Mary felt entirely different from my memories. The overwhelming intensity of it made me lose control, a muffled groan escaping my lips. Right at that moment, Mary let out a sudden, chilling laugh. It made my stomach drop. She tapped her manicured fingernails against the mattress beneath us, her tone dripping with dark amusement. "How does it feel? I just finished taking care of your stepbrother. He said he really loves how I am right now." "He was in this exact bed yesterday." She paused, making no effort to hide the absolute contempt in her eyes. "He moaned so…