Chapter 12

Jasmine

Getting home was supposed to be the easy part.

I stood under the old oak tree outside my bedroom window, legs trembling, dress half-zipped under a huge brown trench coat. My panties were long gone, and my p.u.s.s.y was throbbing like it had been run over by a truck. Every step from the cab had been pure agony. Slav had stretched me so wide on that stage that walking felt illegal. My thighs were sticky with dried c.u.m and my own juices, and every time I clenched, a fresh ache shot up my spine.

I grabbed the lowest branch and started climbing.

Halfway up, my foot slipped....