I was still sore and leaking Zane’s c*m from the kitchen when I decided to take a long, hot shower to wash away the evidence of what I had become. My body was covered in his marks, fingerprints on my hips, hickeys on my breasts, and my ass still burned from his brutal spanks. My p***y felt swollen and used, constantly reminding me who owned it now.
I stepped under the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my naked curves. My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive c**t as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind.
The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane stepped inside, still fully dressed, holding a stack of my books he’d 'borrowed' earlier. His steel-grey eyes immediately darkened as they landed on my wet, naked body behind the glass.
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