Chapter 94

Poppy

I strutted out of the campus gates with my usual pink energy, even though my thighs were slippery and sticky under my tights.

Simon's prec.u.m and my own juices had been leaking out of me the entire walk with a warm, slow trickle that made my p.u.s.s.y throb with every step. Every step I took forward was a delicious reminder of how he had used me, how he folded me in half and ruined my c.u.n.t on that cold classroom floor. My p.u.s.s.y was well-fucked and there was a ache between my legs.

My eyes caught Daddy's sleek black car waiting right outside the gate and I...