I walked out of the garage with Alex’s c*m still warm and sticky between my thighs, running down my inner leg in slow, thick trails every time I took a step. My sundress clung to my sweaty skin, the thin white fabric was almost see-through now where it stuck. My n*****s were hard little peaks rubbing against it, and my p***y throbbed, tender, swollen, and overused but still greedy.
I didn’t bother fixing the straps or pulling the hem down because I wanted Blake to see me like this. Marked, used, and dripping with his twin.
I headed straight for the kitchen. The house smelled like coffee and motor oil from the garage, but all I could focus on was the slick slide between my legs and the way my c**t pulsed with every step. When I stepped through the doorway, Blake was there, leaning back a
