‘f*****g s**t!’
With my p***y half way down the big cucumber and my mum’s shocked eyes on me, my body freezes, except my slutty cunt squeezing tighter on the width.
‘What the actual f**k?!’
“Isla.”
She mumbles, finding her voice, with her mouth wide.
My brain spirals in shameful panic. I pull my skirt down to shield my mess and stand up, pulling it out. The cucumber drops, coated with my thick precum. The green fruit is now a mix of filth and vanity.
“Uh…” I stutter.
Following the rush of adrenaline, I kick it under the table and stand before her, breathing heavily.
She shuts the door and walks in. Each step towards me causes me to panic. My heart is literally jumping. Oddly, her eyes are soft, not the hard blue I’m used to whenever she is pissed, or the incessant cussing.
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