JESS'S POV

My voice was so sore. Mom followed me around asking if I had COVID, worried I would infect the house.

If only she knew it was Blane's cock that hammered my voice into nonexistence.

My titties also had faint mark lines from when he roughly squeezed and played with them.

I swallowed saliva every second just to feel the ache in my mouth, my pussy clenching thinking about his black cock in there again.

There was something really wrong with me.

But all that changed when he brought her home.

I was in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water, when I heard the front door open, then...