Amelia stumbled slightly as Joash guided her out of the gala's grand exit, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin like a slap.
Her black gown clung to her body, stained with drying c*m on her thighs and the faint outline of splatters across her chest where the fabric had shifted.
Makeup smeared around her eyes from tears of pleasure and rough handling, her lipstick a messy ring around her mouth.
The limo waited curbside, engine breathing, but Joash had other plans.
And she was obviously all in as long as he was not going to stop f*****g her.
Perhaps tonight was going to be the night she enjoyed all her fantasies.
'We are not going home yet, slut,' he murmured, his arm possessive around her waist. 'There's another spot we need to hit—a private hangout for my real friends.'
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