GEORGIA POVThe soreness never really left. Even days later, every step sent a dull, deep throb through my core. My pussy felt bruised and tender, like it remembered every brutal thrust Maxwell had forced into me that night. Sitting in class was torture. The fabric of my panties rubbed against my swollen folds, reminding me constantly of the mess I was leaking cum from two different men, marked inside and out, pretending I was just another student taking notes.I kept my head down, legs pressed tightly together, trying not to shift too much. Mr. Williams was teaching at the front of the room. His voice was calm and professional as he explained management structures, but every time his eyes flicked to me, heat rushed between my legs. I hated how my body reacted. I was sore, I was exhausted, I was supposed to feel disgusted with myself. Instead, I felt needy, empty and aching for his hands again.After class, my phone buzzed.Micheal: My house tonight by 8pm. I need to see you.My stom
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