Chapter 4
Chloe’s POV.
Just as we started composing ourselves looking flushed and guilty in the mirror we heard movement outside the door again footsteps approaching.
Thompson gave my leaking p***y one last rough squeeze through my dress, his fingers pressing the wet fabric right against my still-throbbing hole, then he slipped out fast through the inner connecting door back into the guest room, shutting it soft behind him.
I took a shaky breath, pulled my dress down as best I could and stepped out the main door acting like I had just finished a long shower even though my cunt was still stretched and full of his thick c*m that kept leaking out in slow warm globs every time I moved my legs.
Downstairs the family was scattered around the living room with Dad on the phone talking loudl
