The morning after our all-night f**k-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My p***y throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried c*m. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”
Jake suggested a shopping trip to the big mall downtown. “I need new sneakers, and you two can help carry my shit.” Alex agreed immediately, shooting me a wicked look over his coffee mug. I wore a short pleated skirt and a cropped tank top with no bra, exactly as his morning text had demanded.
The car ride was torture. Alex drove while Jake sat in the passenger seat. I was in the back, legs slightly spread. Every red light, Alex’s hand would reach back, slide under my skirt, and tease my bare p**
