Chapter 3: MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD IS BREEDING ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE WHILE HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER SLEEP UPSTAIRS
The sleepover at Sophie’s house feels normal on the surface. We gossip, paint our nails, watch trashy movies, and laugh like the best friends we’ve always been. But underneath my innocent smile, my p***y is still throbbing from Professor Langdon’s c*m drying on my thighs earlier. I’m addicted now. The riskier, the filthier, the better.
We fall asleep in Sophie’s big bed around midnight. I’m wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and panties. Around 2:17 AM, a large, rough hand clamps over my mouth.
My eyes fly open.
Mr. Reynolds — Sophie’s father — is leaning over me in the dark. He’s a big man, mid-forties, muscular from years of gym discipline, with a commanding presence that m
