Chapter 71

Riley

The two men stood frozen at the entrance of the corridor, eyes wide at the sight in front of them.

One of them was tall with broad shoulders and a thick neck. He let out a low whistle. “Dan? Is that you? What the f.u.c.k, man? Isn’t your wife literally at this party right now?”

Great another married a.s.shole. What was it with me and bagging married jacka.s.ses?

Dan didn’t even slow down. He kept slamming his small c.o.c.k into my sloppy p.u.s.s.y, the chair creaking violently beneath us.

“Mind your own goddamn business,” Dan snarled, sweat dripping down his temple as he thrust harder, clearly desperate...