CHAPTER SIX
My legs felt like they belonged to someone else as I crept down the stairs. Every step made my soaked shorts rub against my swollen c**t.
The Rose toy was still warm in my pocket from what I had just done. My fingers were sticky with my own c*m.
I could still hear Elena’s screams and Dad’s deep grunts echoing in my head. Shame burned so hot in my chest I wanted to cry.
But my p***y kept clenching anyway. I was wetter than I had ever been in my life.
I collapsed onto the couch in the living room and tried to catch my breath. The front door was still closed. Dad had not left yet.
I could hear water running upstairs. He was probably in the shower already. Good. Maybe he would leave soon and I could pretend none of this happened.
The shower shut off after a few minutes.
