JESS'S POV
Every time I closed my eyes I saw Blane's huge c**k splitting Kayla's p***y open. Her brown p***y gripping him like she never wanted him to let go, her p***y cream sliding down his shaft.
And me?
I'm single with an empty cunt and a drenched thong. Also, a broken heart that I didn't want to admit to.
Being the b***h he called me I decided to play dirty.
Kayla needed to get lost and pronto.
This morning, I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of the old basketball jerseys that he thought was missing.
No shorts, no panties, just raw dogging it.
Any step I made, the soft cotton rubbed on my wet slit.
Blane was at the kitchen counter pouring himself a cup of black coffee.
He quickly stiffened the second I walked in, face twisting in a frown.
"Morning, Bl
