Before leaving Julie's room, I turned my attention to Elyas, who was still in the bathroom, as he sat on the closed toilet lid.
The poor boy looked completely lost, his usual confidence replaced by desperate need. A dark chuckle escaped me as I activated the bathroom's security lock from the outside, sealing him in. Let him stew in his own frustration - it would only make him more pliable later.
Turning back to Julie, I saw her sprawled obscenely on the bed, her body still glistening with sweat and my cum. Her legs were spread wide, my seed dripping from her well-used holes, her face still covered in my filthy mark.
"Stay right there, beautiful," I growled, gripping her chin to make her look at me. "I want you to keep my cum right where it is - dripping from your slutty holes, covering your pretty face. Don't you dare clean up."
