Dawn knelt between Mark's spread thighs on the living room rug, her full lips stretched tight around the thick shaft of his cock as she worked him with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. The afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-drawn blinds, casting warm stripes across her fully clothed body—tight jeans hugging her hips, a faded band tee clinging to her breasts—while her bare feet flexed and curled behind her, toes painted a soft pink that Mark always said drove him wild. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the salty tang of pre-cum coating her palate as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, one hand braced on his knee for balance. Her own arousal pulsed between her legs, a slick warmth building in her pussy, but she focused on the rhythm, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet house she thought was empty for the day. Mark's fingers threaded gently through her hair, his breathing ragged, and she glanced up to see his gaze fixed not on her face but on her exposed feet, the way her arches flexed with each bob of her head.

She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the swollen head, savoring the way his cock twitched and throbbed against her lips, a low moan vibrating from her throat that made him groan in response. The carpet was soft under her knees, but the cool air kissed her bare soles, heightening every sensation as she pressed her feet flat to the floor and arched her back, offering him that view he loved. Mark's hand slid down to cup her cheek, thumb brushing the corner of her stretched mouth where saliva glistened, and she felt the familiar tightening in his balls as he edged closer. "God, Dawn, just like that," he whispered, his voice thick with need, and she quickened her pace, sucking harder, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside while her bare toes curled and uncurled in rhythm. The scent of their mingled arousal hung heavy in the air—musky and intimate—mingling with the faint lemon of the cleaning spray she'd used earlier, and she felt a flush of heat spread across her chest, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her shirt.

Her pussy ached with neglect, but she shifted her weight to press her thighs together, chasing a little friction as she deep-throated him again, nose brushing the soft hair at his base. Mark's hips lifted subtly, fucking up into her mouth with controlled thrusts that made her eyes water, yet she welcomed the stretch, the fullness, the way his cock pulsed hot and heavy on her tongue. She reached up with her free hand to cradle his balls, rolling them gently, and the low, desperate sound he made sent a thrill straight to her core. Her bare feet slid forward on the rug, soles flexing as she adjusted, knowing exactly how the sight of them—slender, pink-tipped, vulnerable—pushed him over the edge every time. He was close now; she could taste it in the way his pre-cum flowed more freely, salty and thick, and she moaned around him again, hollowing her cheeks to draw him in deeper.

Mark's grip tightened in her hair as his cock swelled impossibly harder, the first hot spurt of cum flooding her mouth just as the front door swung open with a cheerful jingle of keys. "Dawn? We're back early—oh my God!" Her mother's voice shattered the moment, followed by the startled gasps of her father and younger brother. Cum continued to pulse into her mouth in thick, uncontrollable ropes, coating her tongue and spilling from the corners of her lips despite her wide-eyed shock, while Mark froze mid-orgasm, his shaft still twitching between her lips. She tried to pull back, but the sudden flood forced her to swallow convulsively, the bitter-salt taste overwhelming as embarrassment burned through her like wildfire, her bare feet scrambling for purchase on the rug. The family's horrified stares locked onto the scene: her clothed form still kneeling, cheeks flushed, mouth full, feet exposed and trembling.

Mark's hand flew to cover her head instinctively, but it was too late—the living room filled with the chaotic shuffle of dropped bags and stammered apologies, the air thick with tension and the lingering musk of sex. Dawn's heart hammered against her ribs, a mix of mortification and lingering arousal making her knees weak as she finally released his cock with a wet pop, cum glistening on her chin. Her feet tucked instinctively under her, toes curling in shame even as Mark's softening length brushed her cheek, the intimate connection they shared now exposed in the cruelest way. The sunlight still warmed the room, but everything felt suddenly cold, the weight of their family's intrusion crashing down like a wave as Dawn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, voice failing her.

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