Chapter 9
Poppy
I froze, my whole body going rigid, my p***y still throbbing desperately on the verge of cumming.
No. No no no.
"Poppy, are you home?"
Oh come on, mommy!
I scrambled off the bed, my legs shaking so badly I almost fell. My p***y was still clenching, my orgasm was so close I wanted to cry.
The pillow was absolutely soaked, the wet stain was huge, dark and obvious. The sheets beneath where I'd been grinding were damp too.
Shit s**t s**t.
I flipped the pillow over with shaking hands and tried to smooth the sheets, but you could still see the wet spots if you looked close enough.
My shirt was hanging open, my pale supple t**s still out, my n*****s were swollen and red from pinching, the large areolas surrounding them making them look like twin pandas. I tried to butt
