I could feel Hannah's presence like a physical weight beside the bed, her eyes burning into my naked form with an intensity I could practically taste.
The night lamp cast a golden glow over my body, highlighting every obscene detail - the way my cum still glistened on my skin, the thick veins pulsing along my cock, the faint sheen of sweat from my recent exertions with her mother.
[I need to be quiet...] Hannah's mental voice was thick with tension, her thoughts spiraling with conflicted emotions. [I don't want to wake him up...] But even as she thought it, I could sense her eyes tracing over my body, lingering on the most intimate details.