Lily’s POVI was still trembling from the aftershocks of those nineteen brutal finger-fucks when Mark’s low voice growled right against my ear. “Stand up for a second, Lily.”My legs felt like jelly, but I obeyed without thinking. I pushed myself up on shaky thighs, my short skirt still bunched around my waist, my bare, dripping pussy exposed in the cramped back seat. The car was still moving, the road uneven under the tires. Mom turned slightly in the front passenger seat.“Are you okay, Lily?” she asked, her voice full of concern. I could see the worry in her eyes as I tried to steady myself.“Daddy’s legs hurt…” I whispered, my voice barely audible, cheeks burning with shame. My own stepdad. The man who had married my mom. And here I was, soaked and aching for him while she sat just inches away.“We can pull over,” Mom whispered to Uncle Frank, who was driving.“Don’t bother,” Mark replied calmly, his hands already on my hips. Before I could even adjust or sit back down properly
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