Sara's Pov

If someone told me that a man other than my future husband would be staring at my pussy right now, I would have prayed to God to deliver that person.

The irony was that I was here, legs spread open, dress bunched around my waist like the cheap whore my mom calls me.

My panties were soaked, clinging onto my virgin pussy as Mike blew hot air onto it from his mouth.

The more he blew the air across my puffy lips, the more I leaked, my juices seeping into my ass crack, twirling around my pucker.

I still had his phone in my shaky hands, the filthy,...