| MANDY’S POV |
Chris’s order rooted me in place. My legs couldn’t move, still weak from the way Chris had just f****d me minutes ago.
My body throbbed with aftershocks, each breath and shift a reminder of how hard Chris had pounded my p***y with his c**k and how deeply he had c*m inside my p***y.
The locker room air was stinging and cold, prickling across my bare skin and raising goosebumps that only made me more aware of how exposed I was under Chris’s stare.
A warm trickle of Chris’s c*m slid down my thigh. My mind urged me to run, to grab my torn clothes and escape, but my body stayed unresponsive, heavy and locked in place beneath the weight of Chris command.
Chris lounged back on the bench, watching me with an expression of bored expectation, as though my obedience were nothing
