Either way, she was getting hit. Next up was a tacit attempt to explain the expensive dress. One could see that Chloe was no longer a child, given the treacherous road that lay ahead for her.
Before Dean could answer, Chloe beat him to it. "Yeah, I f****d him on the bed. Right there." She pointed to the edge where most of the crumpled sheets were.
"You what?" Dean was shocked, but the best part was yet to come.
"Yeah, I sat on the edge," Chloe conducted her tour and walked over to the bed. "He stood where you’re standing, and he used the belt around my neck. See?" She pointed to the red mark by her throat. "It was really f*****g tight, but his c**k was so far down my throat that I forgot the belt was there."
"You f*****g w***e—"
"—I ain’t finished, yet." Chloe cleared her throat, feel
