Chapter 6
Isabelle’s POV
Victor pulled out of me fast in the dark garage and we both fixed our clothes in a hurry, my hands shaking as I pulled my panties back up and smoothed down my sundress.
My p***y felt so full and used already but we had to go inside before Mom got suspicious.
“Come on baby girl, we have to act normal for dinner,” he whispered, giving my ass one last squeeze before we stepped back into the house.
My thighs were sticky and I could feel his c*m starting to leak out of me already mixing with my own wetness as we walked into the kitchen.
Mom had the table set and she smiled when she saw us.
“There you two are finally. The pasta is ready to sit down before it gets cold. How was unpacking those bags?”
I sat down across from Victor trying to keep my legs pressed
