IVY Shit. Shit. Shit. Dear universe, can’t I have something good, something really good, for once?!!! Why, in God’s green earth, is a police officer knocking on the window while I'm sitting on Knox's lap with his cock softening inside me, and his cum dripping down my thighs? How do I even sit down when my ass is sore from all the dirty spanking I received? This is not how I imagined this night ending. To be honest, I did not see a single thing that happened this evening coming. "Try to move." Knox murmurs against my ear. "I can’t.” He smiles at me. For some twisted reason, it makes me weak in the knees. “You’re gonna have to try, baby.” His voice is calming, and it makes me freak out a little bit less. The flashlight taps against the glass again. Thank God for tinted windows. I pull myself off him, into the passenger’s seat, making sure to pull down my dress, and trying to make my hair as presentable as possible by combing my fingers through it.
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