Liliana Miller
My body was still trembling. Still full of him.
The car moved smoothly down the dark road, but inside my head everything was shattering. I could feel Frederico’s c*m leaking out of me, warm and sticky against the leather seat, a constant filthy reminder of what had just happened. My thighs were slick with it. My p***y ached — stretched, used, and still pulsing with aftershocks I hated myself for.
He had f****d me right there on the side of the road. In front of *Alex*.
Alex — his son. My ex. The man I once thought I might have a future with before he destroyed everything.
Tears burned my eyes and spilled over before I could stop them. I pressed my forehead against the cool window, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, but the sobs kept coming anyway. Soft, broken sounds
