S O P H I E
I woke up the next morning utterly exhausted.
It took me forever to get back to sleep after Bruce stormed into my room last night.
The fear and excitement of his standing naked over me made it impossible to relax.
I replayed what happened over and over in my head.
The angry look on his face while he stroked himself and stared at my p***y is burned into my brain. I can still smell his c*m on me, even now.
I refused to wipe it off after he left my room. I just lay there, letting it spread out across my skin, hypnotized by the sight of it.
I ran my fingers through it, feeling its warmth.
I couldn’t stop myself from trying it. I wasn’t sure what I expected it to taste like.
A lot of the girls at school complained about swallowing, but when my finger touched my lips
