Mia could barely think straight the next few days. David was home and trying to be romantic by cooking breakfast, cuddling on the couch, and f*****g her every night. But every time he slid inside her, she was still sore and slippery from Jake’s c*m. The guilt mixed with such a dirty thrill that she came harder than she had in years. David thought he was doing something right. He had no idea.
By Friday night, Mia was going crazy. Sophia had been texting her all week with teasing photos; Jake’s thick c**k, Alex’s hand gripping Sophia’s ass, dirty promises about the full overnight. Mia’s p***y stayed wet constantly.
David finally went to bed early, tired from catching up on work. “Don’t stay up too late, babe,” he said, kissing her forehead before heading upstairs.
As soon as Mia heard his
