I finally lifted the table.

The heavy wood scraped against the floor. Stephanie stayed still for a second, like her body hadn’t caught up yet. Then she crawled out on shaky arms and legs. Her shorts were tangled around her knees. My cum was already starting to trickle down the inside of her thigh.

Her face was flushed. Eyes glassy. Mouth swollen. For a moment the rude mask slipped completely.

Then she looked up at me.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You’re welcome.”

She tried to stand. Her legs gave out. I caught her by the waist before she hit the floor, pulling her up against me. Our faces ended up...