Chapter 9
Hearing him say he was going to f**k me again at home, in the house where we grew up, where Mum could walk in any second, made fresh heat rush straight between my legs.
He pulled out slow, watching his c**k slide free, shiny and coated in our mess.
A thick string of c*m connected the head to my p***y lips for a second before it snapped and dripped down.
He tucked himself back into his jeans, zipped up, and started the car without another word.
I stayed sprawled in the passenger seat, my skirt still hiked up, with my legs spread wide, too spent to move yet.
Every bump in the road made me gasp as my sensitive p***y rubbed against the wet leather.
We drove in silence for a few minutes, but I could feel his eyes flicking over to me, to my t**s still heaving, my n*****s were
