JESS'S POV
My voice was so sore. Mom followed me around asking if I had COVID, worried I would infect the house.
If only she knew it was Blane's c**k that hammered my voice into nonexistence.
My titties also had faint mark lines from when he roughly squeezed and played with them.
I swallowed saliva every second just to feel the ache in my mouth, my p***y clenching thinking about his black c**k in there again.
There was something really wrong with me.
But all that changed when he brought her home.
I was in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, when I heard the front door open, then his deep rumbling laugh.
Then a girl's soft giggle, like whatever he said, was the funniest thing she's ever heard.
"Ashley, Dad....this is Kayla. My girlfriend."
The bottle slipped from my hands
