Hearing him say he was going to fuck me again at home, in the house where we grew up, where Mum could walk in any second, made fresh heat rush straight between my legs.

He pulled out slow, watching his cock slide free, shiny and coated in our mess.

A thick string of cum connected the head to my pussy lips for a second before it snapped and dripped down.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, zipped up, and started the car without another word.

I stayed sprawled in the passenger seat, my skirt still hiked up, with my legs spread wide, too spent to move yet.

Every bump...