Mia left the boutique on unsteady legs, the thin red dress clinging to her sweat-damp skin. The zipper was still only halfway up her back—just the way Jake had left it—so the fabric gaped open, flashing the curve of her spine and the top of her bare ass with every step. His thick load sat heavy inside her, warm and sticky, slowly seeping out to coat her inner thighs. Each stride made the c*m shift, a filthy reminder of how he’d just wrecked her in the changing room.
As she reached the ground floor, her phone buzzed.
“Food court. Center table. Sit facing the main walkway. Dress up, legs apart. Wait for me. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t close your legs. I’ll be watching.”
Her p***y clenched at the message. No strangers this time—just Jake. He was going to make her wait, exposed, knowing he
