The car ride home from the cinema was pure agony. Alex’s c*m was still leaking out of me, soaking my thighs and the back of my sundress. Every bump in the road made me clench around the memory of his thick c**k. Jake sat in the front passenger seat, chatting excitedly about the movie’s plot twists, completely unaware that his best friend had just f****d his little sister senseless in a public bathroom and filled her with load after load.
Alex’s eyes kept finding mine in the rearview mirror, dark and full of filthy promises. When we finally pulled into the driveway, my heart was racing so hard I could feel it in my c**t.
We walked inside like nothing happened. Jake yawned loudly. “I’m wiped. That ending was insane. Night, guys.”
“Night,” Alex and I said in unison, a little too casually.
