Zinnia
I was still chained. My stalker had left and the aftermath of what happened began to settle in. Normally, this would result in a walk of shame, but that couldn't happen seeing as my boobs were still pressed against the table, my legs apart and Reed's sperms and my squirm dripping down my thighs.
My hair was a mess and the perspiration that clammed on my forehead did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment and filth.
I wasn't sure for how long I was in the room, but a while had passed before I heard the door open and slam shut.
"There's my good little slut," the sound of condescension in my stalker's voice did something unearthly to my c**t. I shuddered as his hands trailed against my bare skin, walking around until he finally stood in front of me.
He was naked and in all his glor
