LAYLA'S POV

Another shower led to him holding me high against the wall, his hand hoisting me up as he pounded into me, his heavy balls slapping against my dripping cunt.

Finally, we cleaned up and I had to go back home after cuddling up on his couch for hours.

Unfortunately, Thomas was home earlier so I had to sneak back into the house and pretend that everything was fine.

Now, the moon was high above the skyline, casting a golden glow over the yard.

Thomas was snoring heavily beside me and I shifted, disgusted. He had basically come home, a lipstick smudge on his collar but when I asked,...