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The next morning, I could barely walk straight.

My pussy was still sore and swollen from the way Royce had drilled me the night before. Every step sent a sharp reminder through my body — the ache between my legs, the bruises on my hips from his grip, the faint handprints on my ass hidden under my clothes.

I came downstairs wearing a loose sweater and leggings, hoping it would hide everything. My face was flushed, my hair messy. I felt like everyone could see what I had done.

Mom and Dad were already at the breakfast table, chatting happily about their plans for the day. Royce was sitting...