Ava’s POV

The cabin fingering left me shaking all afternoon.

I sat on the dock with Alex, legs dangling over the water, pretending to listen while he talked about lures and bass and how the lake used to be better stocked before the drought. My skirt was bunched under me, hiding the sticky mess Victor had left between my thighs. His cum had dried in patches on my skin—rough, flaky in places, still slick in others. Every time I shifted my weight I felt it pull, felt the dampness smear higher up my inner thighs. I kept my knees pressed together so Alex wouldn’t see anything if he looked down....