I woke up with my phone still clutched in my hand, the screen dark but the weight of last night pressing down on me like a second skin. My body felt heavy, used, yet every inch of me hummed with an awareness I couldn't shake.
The memory of his cock stretching my throat, the hot splash of his cum across my breasts, the way he'd saved my family's numbers—it all came rushing back the moment my eyes opened.
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