I woke up the next morning with a deep, delicious ache between my legs. My p***y felt tender and used, still slightly puffy from yesterday’s two unexpected fuckings. When I slid my fingers down to touch myself, I could feel the remnants of dried c*m flaking on my inner thighs. Instead of shame, a hot thrill ran through me. I bit my lip and rubbed my c**t slowly, remembering Mr. Chain's Thick c**k stretching me open and the stranger pounding me in the alley like I was nothing but a convenient hole.
I wanted more. I needed more.
I chose my outfit carefully — a thin, pale yellow sundress that clung to my full, heavy breasts and barely reached mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. My n*****s were already stiff against the fabric as I stepped out of the house, the cool air teasing my bare, freshly s
