3. Quickie In The Elevator
The heat of mortification coursed through her veins as she pressed her thighs together, staring wide-eyed at where her c*m dripped on the floor.
Immediately, she washed up and took a long shower before slipping into a pink bathrobe.
With a matching pink turban wrapped around her head, she took her sweet time at the dresser in applying her nighttime skincare in front of the mirror.
The image of Dante's massive d**k soon appeared in the mirror like a tempting candy, and she had to slap her cheeks to snap out of it.
"I don't want his dick." She repeated it like a mantra while she massaged some moisturizer on her face.
Then she felt a forceful ooze of squirt down there, and her walls tightened as her sixth sense mocked her for lying to herself.
