C-7: Can't Promise Not to Fuck Your Dad

I’m standing on the side of the road, with my pussy dripping my thick cum down my wet thighs, soaking into my denim shorts and leaving the area dark from my wetness that if you look a bit longer, you'll see how much of a slut I am.

The bus is far gone. After they threw me and the crazy stranger out, it zoomed off. The stranger had simply pecked my forehead and handed me his card before taking a short bend. Still, I stand in silence, flipping his card without really looking at it, and inhaling deeply until my trembling muscles relax.

‘No one knows you're wet, Ashley.’

I try to persuade myself.

It's sky-blue jeans with some areas with darker shades. Hopefully, the dark area carved around my leaking pussh would be mistaken for one.

“Fuck.” I jolt to my phone vibrating in my hand.

It's Bella.

I take a deep breath before answering it. “Hey, love.” Of course, I sound foolish.

“Stop patronizing me.” Her groan only makes me chuckle. “Where are you for fuck’s sake?”

‘On the street after bein