Chapter 3
We scrambled to clean up the kitchen in a frantic haze, our hearts pounding like war drums in our chests
The sharp tang of s*x hung heavy in the air, my p***y juices mixed with his c*m, a filthy reminder of what we'd just done.
I wiped the counter with trembling hands, feeling the sticky residue of our encounter on the cool granite, while Mark zipped up his pants, his c**k still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth.
Mom was still upstairs, the distant sound of running water from her bath the only thing keeping us from total exposure.
But holy f**k, this was just the beginning. I could already feel the addiction setting in, the rush of the forbidden, the way his rough hands had claimed me.
I knew I'd crave more, need him to use me again and again, pushing the boundaries
