Chapter 74

Riley

We finally left the bathroom after cleaning up as best we could. My thighs were still sticky with our mixed juices, and Poppy’s cheeks looked like they were permanently pink as we walked out of the mall together.

The cold air felt good on my overheated skin. We were walking back toward our neighborhood when I groaned.

“Fuck. I still need c.u.m in my pussy before Ian will touch me again. That controlling bastard and his stupid rules.”

Poppy glanced at me, biting her lip. “What about… that pervert neighbor of yours? Mr. Dickinson?”

I grinned. “Old Mr. Dickinson? He’s mostly a watcher. He jerks off while...