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His cock bobbed heavy, shining with her cream, and a tiny thin string of her arousal stretching from her wet pussy to his tip, then broken and to the floor. "On your back," he commanded.She obeyed fast, scrambling, and lying fully on the table with her shaky legs. The wood creaking under her weight as she laid back, and her legs fell open instantly like her body couldn't help spreading for him.Her pussy was destroyed—red, puffy, lips parted wide and glistening with her wetness and his pre-cum dripping out. Her clit was hard and like a coating with her dripping wetness streaming down her pussy and pooling on the table."Fuck," This is some nasty front-row voyeurism.Face-to-face.I could see every flicker on her flushed face, her fucked-out mouth open, while she pants like twenty times each second.I could see his dark, intense face, and his jaw clenching with control, as sweats was beading on his brow.

The light filled the room like a lighted firework. It was harsh, blinding, and spearing into my swollen, tear-crusted eyes after the endless suffocating dark.He stepped inside, and slammed the door shut behind him with a thunderous thud that went straight through the floor and made my whole body tremble violently.The tiny space shrank to nothing, claustrophobic, intimate, unbearable. The air was so thick and heavy with the raw, choking stench of my peak desperation it burned my lungs: salt-sweat skin, bitter tears, the overwhelming, humiliating reek of my drenched, dripping pussy saturating every breath.He was still fully dressed, the shirt was plastered damp to his carved, the were sweat-slicked against his chest, he'f put on his dark jeans and zipped them so casually like he hadn't just fucked another woman full of his thick cum twenty feet away.While I was here, completely destroyed. Restrained on the couch like a bound sacrifice,

I pushed through my door and it closed behind me with a soft click, but I still sounded way too loud in my head.I made it three steps before my legs quit. I just dropped onto my bed face-first, I didn't even try to undress, or try to do anything, I didn't even think.My brain was filled of white noise. It was void. I couldn't form a single coherent thought that wasn't replaying what just happened.His cock sinking into her. The wet sounds. Her screams. His cum dripping out of her used pussy in thick white ropes. His fingers inside me. My body convulsing. The orgasm that tore me apart."This was just night one."I buried my face in my pillow, tried to shut it all out. But I just couldn't.My pussy was sore, swollen, and throbbing with a dull ache that wouldn't stop. Thighs were sticky with dried slick that cooled on my skin, nasty and shameful. Everything hurt, muscles, bones, fucking soul.I tried closing my eyes. Tried forcing sleep. My body was exhausted, hollowed out, but wired at

I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped. I was staring at Mom through the glass. Waiting for the scream, the shock, the horror.Jax's hand still on my hip, holding me still. Water still running, steam, complete exposure. This is it. We're caught. It's over.Mom's face was visible through the clear glass. She was looking in our direction. Eyes sweeping across the bathroom area. Expression casual, unhurried, normal.Her eyes passed over the shower. But they didn't stop. Didn't focus. Didn't register.Then the sound. She heard the water. The shower running clearly now. Her expression changed slightly, realization."Oh!" Her voice, muffled through glass but audible.She turned away immediately. Didn't look back at the bathroom. Started walking toward the door."Sorry sweetie! Didn't realize you were showering!"Her voice was bright, apologetic, and normal."I'll come back later!"The door closed. Foot

I closed my bedroom door behind me, and leaned against it.That was surreal. All of it. The way he was there. The manner in which he paid all attention. His legs leaning against mine. The whisper "You look beautiful." Mom's comment about us, "You and Jax seem closer lately."Fuck.I caught myself in the mirror again. I was still very much pretty. Still perfectly put-together. But something felt off now. The clarity from earlier was wavering slightly. A small knot of anxiety reforming in my stomach.No. I'm fine. Everything's fine. He was sweet. He was gentle. "You matter to me." He said it like he really meant it. The whole punishment nonsense is over. It has to be.I just need to breathe. I need to stay present. I need to be normal. Very normal.I grabbed my phone, needed something that'll help to distract myself from overthinking.I unlocked my phone and went to Instagram.My instagram feed's filled without fr