The days after that risky night blurred into pure filth. Jayden and I barely hid it anymore. Every moment Mom was at work, he used me like his personal cumslut. My p***y and ass stayed constantly full of his thick seed. I had stopped wearing panties entirely in the apartment, walking around with his dried c*m on my thighs like a badge of corruption. I was addicted—completely ruined for anything but my uncle’s massive c**k.
That afternoon, Mom had left for another long shift, but she mentioned she might come back early if things were slow at the hospital. I didn’t care. The danger only made me wetter.
Jayden had me bent over the back of the living room couch—the same couch where I first dropped to my knees for him. My legs were spread wide, ass up, back arched like a w***e in heat. He was
