The fabric of his shirt bunched in my fists as my body trembled through it. He thrust twice more and followed me, his whole body going rigid as he spilled inside me, and I could feel every pulse of his release.

We stayed frozen afterward, both of us listening to our parents’ voices outside discussing what to pack first, both trying to breathe quietly.

“We need to get dressed,” I whispered, but neither of us moved. His cock was still inside me, softening slowly, and I could feel his cum starting to leak out, warm and slick between my thighs.

When he finally pulled out, the loss made me whimper....