Winter

I woke up limping.

Every step sent a dull ache between my legs. My pussy was sore, swollen, and still sensitive from last night. I stood in front of the mirror for a second, staring at the faint marks on my neck and thighs. My body remembered everything. The way he stretched me. The way he fucked me like he couldn’t get enough.

I pulled on a loose dress and tried to walk normally. It didn’t work. I was limping.

Mom and Rafael were already in the living room when I came out. Breakfast was spread on the table… eggs, toast, fruit, coffee. Mom was chatting happily, sipping her...