Lisa’s POV
The mop soaks up my squirt pool and the mix of my stepdad’s mess and mine. One last swipe and the entire floor is sparkling clean, no trace of our forbidden affair.
I have less than thirty minutes before my mum bursts in through the door.
“Hmmm.” A lazy sigh escapes my lips.
My p***y hurts. It's so swollen that clasping my legs feels like terror. It's even worse when I try to walk as a normal girl would. I have to intentionally spread my legs apart just so my thighs don't rub and I don't bruise my cunt further.
I set the mop down and proceed to arrange the room. I put every single thing in place and change the c*m-soaked bed sheet.
Every chore is torture but I can't stop.
It takes an extra thirteen minutes for me to bear the consequences of our madness, a sin both of
