Daniel’s body became taut, and the girl froze under his weight. His eyes closed and his mouth opened. He emptied himself inside the girl. After a moment, he collapsed onto Annabel and she crumpled under his weight breathing heavily. They both laughed as the boy lay on top of her, his penis softening inside her, his hot goo leaking from her body. o O o Molly sat quietly for a moment, her knickers around her knees, her right hand still resting between her slick thighs. Molly’s chair was wet underneath her bottom, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t stop watching them. Daniel was now standing in the centre of the room getting dressed, his semi-hard penis moist with Annabel’s juices. He scratched his belly and pulled on his shorts and jeans. They were talking but Molly couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Annabel was sitting cross-legged on her bed in front of her laptop and mathematics book, her gingham dress pulled back into position covering her modesty. Molly noticed her. I begin to work washing all traces he left off my body. After my bra I picked up my wrinkled skirt and saw a spot in the back that was obviously dried cum and tried to wash that off but it left a stain. I put on my wrinkled blouse and tried to fix my face. I did what I could with mascara and lipstick but without foundation all my efforts were in vein. I looked fucked-up. I couldn’t do any better so I left the room and returned to face my husband.I walked into the bar area and immediately saw him sitting alone at one of the tables at the back of the room. He saw me as I walked toward him and I saw his face turn red.“Where in hell have you been?” he spoke angrily followed by, “you look like you have been fucking all night?” “Jesus Christ Becky what have you done!”“Can we please leave”. I begged Afraid of making more of a scene in the club he grabbed my hand and pulled me swiftly out to our car.He was fuming mad at me and when we got home he practically threw me on the couch. “Take off.
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