Given how my power worked, I didn't actually go on regular patrols once I became a Ward. I was fitter than the mean, but that was about it for combat functions. Even if I'd gone out in the field, using my power on somebody was pretty distracting - it wasn't like I could readjust somebody on the fly in the middle of a fight. Instead, I mostly just showed off what I could do with Sophia while they tried to figure out exactly how best to use me.
The costuming work they were doing was... interesting. They weren't allowed to sexualize "kids," and I was one, but at the same time, the outfits they put me in generally weren't particularly what you would have associated with a male hero back home. Certainly not one who, like myself, didn't have some kind of speedster or durability power: skintight and form-fitting costumes, almost to the last. I wasn't sure if the costume designers knew what they were doing, or if it was just so ingrained in their heads they didn't even think about it.
In any case, I did go to the Wards HQ fairly frequently, just to get my power tested, taken through the PR hurdles, fitted for costumes, discuss career plans, and so forth. I could also visit Sophia there during her downtimes from patrols. If the PRT knew what we did during said downtimes, they didn't complain.
Sophia had draped her body across mine, her costume half-abandoned in the heat of sex, letting out a long sigh in the aftermath of sex. "Ah... you work up a sweat even better than a patrol," she said, taking a whiff of my naked body, then crinkling her nose. "Though you don't smell great afterwards. Anyway, I've got something extra special lined up," she told me, shifting so her chin perched on my collar bone. "It'll be at the Dallon place, seven PM."
"Going to tell me any particulars?"
"It's a surprise. Don't worry-" she winked at me, a wicked smirk on her lips that showed just a few teeth, "I'm sure you'll love it, slut."
I decided to trust her.
* * *
At the Dallon residence, the parents were out and Vicky took me up to her bedroom, Sophia following along. Thus far, not particularly special. Not even a threesome. I wasn't going to complain, though; acting ungrateful for getting to fuck the blonde bombshell superheroine again wasn't a great idea, especially not when Sophia had gone to all the trouble of arranging it for me. (Well, for herself as much as for me, but hey.)
"Wear a condom this time," Sophia said, flicking one at me as I got on the bed. It hit my chest and fell onto the bed a moment later. "I want to fuck you after Vicky's done, and I don't want to wait for you to wash up."
Vicky just gave Sophia a bored look, then took the condom in her hand. "You heard the lady. Now get your pants off, c'mon."
Since Sophia had started redesigning my wardrobe, I had lots of skinny jeans, which meant that I really had to wriggle to get my way out of them. I couldn't complain too much, with the smoldering looks that both Sophia and Vicky gave me, staring as my bare thighs came into view, then just leering at my underwear, waiting for the bulge inside it to become the erection outside of it. I pulled that down too, and my hard cock popped into the open air, pointing up at the ceiling of Vicky's bedroom. Both girls just stared at it with naked, unbridled lust - Sophia recovered a little quicker, glancing up at my face and smiling with that smug look of hers, while Victoria let out a soft pant.
"The rest of your clothes too," Vicky added, her voice so desperate she sounded a little whiny. I grasped the base of my shirt, peeling it up - before her face was obscured by them, I could actually see her licking her lips, eyes just drinking in my bare, muscular, hairless flesh. "You look so much sexier now, damn," she breathed out, as I tossed aside my shirt.
"You gonna fuck him or just admire his abs?" Sophia asked, smirking as she popped the question.
"Fuck him, obviously," Vicky replied, tearing open the condom and hurriedly sliding it over my dick before she even bothered starting to get undressed herself, clambering onto the bed with her beautiful naked body. She was a damn looker, too - slender but hourglassed, a top-tier babe with flowing blonde hair and a natural aura of confidence. "Man..." she breathed out, as she straddled my body so that my cock just brushed along the line of her stomach, rubbing against it for a moment in that position, "you look really good. I like your dyed hair. Dean doesn't really shave his pubes this fine," she added, reaching down to my pelvis, running along the smooth skin at the base of my cock, letting out a soft breath of delight as she did.
Then, at last, she repositioned herself so that her sex kissed at the top of my cock. There was a second of hesitation, her lips just teasing at my tip, rubbing gingerly around it, as if she wanted to get a reaction out of me. I gave her one, reaching up for her hips and yanking her down my length with a forceful thrust up into her, filling her up in a heartbeat with my hard cock. She let out a faint noise of surprise, her eyes widening just a little, but then she turned it into a cocksure smile.
Her body was slim and fit, the athlete's natural form. Her expression was radiant, a kind of calm but smug joy. Her firm, full breasts bounced with each thrust yet retained their shape no matter what, only faintly jiggling from each forceful thrust. Her hands explored my body, fingertips tracing out every inch of me, her breathing somewhat erratic as she forcefully fucked up and down. There was a glint in her eyes, a sort of mania I'd learned well to recognize in women of this world - overwhelming arousal, the kind that makes somebody do stupid, horny things. Her lips curled up even further, hot pants escaping her throat as she bounced herself up and down my dick.
"Fuck yeah, fucking hell yeah!" She practically howled the words out. "Fuck, you are one hot piece of ass," she added, reaching down to give my hip a little swat, like trying to tell a horse to giddy-up. "Sophia's really lucky to have you, if you ever break up-"
"Not gonna happen," Sophia and I both said simultaneously.
"Hey, just saying," Victoria said. "Fuck, I could do with a boyfriend who actually knows how to please a woman. Dean basically never eats, mmm, fuck," she said, shuddering and twitching, her hips bucking against me, her cunt rubbing up all over my insides, squeezing and gripping. The plastic sensation of the condom mixed with the overwhelming force of the show she was giving me - the loose look in her eyes, which seemed now to simply roll around in her head without any target.
Her breathing became erratic as she recovered, her body swaying, a bit of saliva dripping out of her mouth and splashing down onto my chest. Her hands again begin to trail along my skin, brushing against my nipples with a brief, teasing movement, sliding all along my body, running down my biceps to my forearms, at last lacing her fingers together with mine and using them to practically pin me in place. "I heard from Dean that Sophia's boyfriend is now a Ward," she said, with a teasing note to her voice. "Does that mean you have a power? Care to use it for sssex," she shuddered as she said that last word, but it wasn't quite an orgasm, just a shiver of pleasure that shot straight up through her whole body.
"It has sex uses," I admitted, since it was... well, really good for sex.
"Come on, show me, then. Unless you're too scared?" She teased, leaning down until we were nose to nose, her hair brushing against my cheeks and neck. Seeing her act so smug - well, I could deal with it from Sophia, but she was my girlfriend. Vicky was nice enough, so it wasn't so much a revenge thing. More a feeling like I should flip the tables on her. Just to fully enjoy myself, really. "Bawk baaaaaaw-"
That was as far as she got before I started the process, the push-pull of intense pleasure that sent her shuddering. Her mouth turned into an 'o' as she let out a long moan of pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering. I used my grip on her hands to twist her around, shifting our positions until she was beneath me, our fingers still laced together as her hair turned from a waterfall into a halo. Her breathing was irregular, like she was sucking in air whenever she could manage, while I kept her awash in waves of pleasure as I jackhammered at her tight cunt. I couldn't feel her that well through the condom, but seeing her like this, spasming in ecstasy, undulating back and forth on the bed, her eyes rolling around in her skull in a corkscrew movement - it was too much to take. Within a minute or so, I came, filling up the condom with a thick, copious amount of cum.
Vicky lay there, shuddering and panting on the bed, as I pulled out of her. I peeled the condom off, knotted it, and dangled it in front of her face. Her eyes followed it, from side to side, an intense interest in the thing born of teenage sexuality. After a few seconds, her hand snapped up and grabbed it, holding it tight to her chest like a battle trophy, a pair of panties offered by her lover.
"Alright, you had your fun," Sophia said. "Come on, give me the bed."
"O-oh, yeah," Vicky said, trying and failing to rise from the bed. She shook her head, then simply floated off it, hitting the floor a moment later, having to adopt a wide stance to keep from immediately toppling. She was a mess, skin slick with sweat, blonde hair dyed brown with sweat, her chest heaving, her cheeks hot. Sophia got on the bed next to me, smiling, her fingers brushing along my bare skin as she nibbled on my earlobe, clearly planning only on enjoying foreplay for the moment. Her hand eventually reached my cock, but it was more to test it out.
"Don't want an audience," Sophia said to Victoria, though she didn't move her head from right next to mine, her breasts pressing up against my back.
"Right, yeah, I'm getting dressed," Victoria said, still delirious as she peeled on her panties. I watched her stumble and fumble her way into a pair of pants and a shirt - it was only once she departed that Sophia stopped teasing my earlobe with her teeth.
Not to fuck me, though. She instead went to the door and locked it, then turned to the closet. "Come on out, Amy."
Nervously, with a furious blush to her cheeks, emerged Amy Dallon. Frizzy brown hair a little knotty and dark with sweat. Her skin shone faintly from her sweat, sticking to the armpits of her shirt. Her jeans weren't zipped up, and her fingers were slicker than the rest of her - she wiped her brow then winced as she felt her own juices run along her forehead. "H-hi," she said, giving me a tiny, multi-fingered wave.
Sophia smiled - then started stripping herself. "Once I'm done with him, you can have your go," Sophia said, though the dark twinkle in her eyes and the upturned corners of her lips told me it wasn't quite so simple as that. She guided me to lie down on my back, then got on top of me, her cunt gently trickling juices down onto my cock. She grabbed my hands in hers, either to mimick Vicky's earlier actions, or just to physically establish her affection for me. "Oh, you can play with yourself." She glanced over at Amy, her smile vindictive. "And by can, I mean will. Jill off that loose cunt of yours to the sight of me fucking my slut of a boyfriend, understand? Or do you want Vicky to hear you were hiding in her closet?"
Amy swallowed. I would have thought that Vicky would trust Amy more than Sophia, but the girl did seem rather afraid, and nodded as she slid down her pants and panties, starting to slip her fingers inside of her. Sophia immediately turned her attention back to me, forcing herself down my length in a heartbeat, taking me to the base and letting out a low groan of delight as she felt me fill her up. "Oooh, that's good," she breathed out, using her grip on my hands to help set her pace. "You're a top tier slut. I'm glad I put in the work to bring you to this point. You don't even care that some pathetic loser is watching you fuck, stroking her loose pussy, isn't that right?"
I knew the answer to this one - I shook my head no. "As long as I get to fuck you, Sophia, I'm happy."
Sophia laughed at that. It was maniacal, making her belly bounce and throb, forcing her cunt around my dick in so many fascinating ways. When she recovered, she glanced over at Amy. "You hear that, Ames? Sounds like if you want to get his cock again, you'll have to go the extra mile. Why don't you beg him to fuck your loose cunt, instead of his beloved girlfriend's tight pussy? Maybe he'll feel pity for you." She let out another deep belly laugh, delighting in her own cruelty. It made my cock throb inside her a bit, seeing her act like that.
"Puh, please, fuck my pussy," Amy said, her cheeks glowing red, her head bowed so she didn't have to make eye contact with me or Sophia. "Please fuck me again. It was really good. I want to feel it again. I c-couldn't find, a boyfriend, even after what you did, but that's not your fault, i-it's mine, for being so pathetic, but I need cock, yours felt soo good."
It was obvious that she was getting her suggestions on what things to say from Sophia, whether by the way that Sophia laughed out loud at the show, or the piteous look in Amy's eyes as she ducked her head low. Sophia glanced my way, clearly feeling quite proud of her work, and then frowned. She leaned down to kiss me on the lips, a brief chaste peck, followed by a move to whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, slut, she deserves it." The words came out so sweetly and affectionately it was possible to forget the actual meaning of them. She pulled her head up, glancing down at me, a faint pursing to her lips as she was less than pleased with me being less than pleased. She tossed her gaze back over to Amy, who was quietly masturbating, her cheeks glowing with humiliation. "Hey, Amy," she said, a faint snarl to her voice. "You deserve this, don't you?"
"Y-yes." Amy nodded rapidly, gulping loudly. Her eyes flicked down to me. "I really do, I'm such, a disgusting freak, who just plays with herself while she watches men have sex with other women. I'm basically born to be humiliated like this." Her throat bobbed again, her cheeks flush with red color, interrupted only by the occasional brown of her freckles.
As all this went on, I could feel Sophia's cunt gripping and squeezing my dick, practically going wild with arousal at humiliating the other woman. I couldn't understand exactly what she had on Amy. Was having spotted her while I fucked Crystal enough to properly blackmail her into this kind of abject debasement? "If this is about watching me have sex last time I came over..." I said.
Sophia laughed again, glancing over at Amy, wearing a cocky little grin. "What do you think? Should I tell him the real reason?"
"No! No, please," Amy whined, though even as she said those words, she kept masturbating. "Please, please, I'll be good, this nerdy, lonely little loser will be good, and, um." She swallowed, her eyes turning down to me. "C-can you touch my ass up? It's been... a while, it's starting to... revert."
"Oh, sure," I said, glancing back at Sophia, who looked prim and proud, as if she was a queen resting on her palanquin. Other than the way her cunt kept pounding up and down my dick, obviously. Maybe the palanquin was going down some stairs. My hands squeezed her own, and then slipped out, reaching to grope and caress her body.
"I'm basically doing you charity, isn't that right, Amy?" Sophia was really getting off on this, that much was obvious by the way her cunt was going wild around my cock, the squeezing and tensing, the spasming that just narrowly didn't turn into an orgasm. She trembled subtly in place from time to time, and Amy could only nod in reply to her leading questions. "A stupid, worthless little loser like you should just die a virgin while girls like me get all the guys, but I'm so nice I let even somebody like you touch my boyfriend."
"Th-thank you, Sophia." Amy was still playing with herself, arousal boiling together with humiliation on her features, threatening to make her come right then and there. Her lips were softly parted, her eyes wild with lust, her cunt clamping down on my dick. It was Sophia who came first, though, presumably enjoying the feeling of utterly dominating the other woman, the unique ultra-chad experience making her come and spasm and buck her hips back and forth, moaning and twitching as her cunt went wild on my dick. Her juices dripped and coated my cock; her eyes rolled up, hazel and unseeing as she stared at the ceiling, thrashing atop me.
The sensations of her sex around my length were intense. Inner walls gripping, squeezing, teasing. Every inch of me was caressed, lovingly and firmly, as her body tried its level best to wring an orgasm out of me. To the side, Amy bit down on her lower lip, loud breaths through her nose making her nostrils flare as she no doubt imagined that she was in Sophia's position.
When Sophia came back down, she kept up her verbal humiliation of Amy, casting the occasional sidelong glance at the other girl. Her bare fingers, sleek and dark, contrasted lewdly with my own skin tone, while her mouth started to get truly wicked and cruel. "Stupid losers like her are lucky they even get to pop their v-card," she said. "You don't really even like her, do you? She's just a dumb bitch." With how her cunt gripped and squeezed my dick as she spoke, clearly delighted by her own lewd words, I couldn't argue. I simply nodded, making her smile so broadly that every single tooth shown in the light, glimmering white pearls set between dark skin. Her gaze flicked over to Amy for a moment. "You see? You're just a cunt for him to use to get off, get it?" Amy nodded, seeming to have teared up a little. "Don't worry though, I don't give a fuck about letting him fuck other women, as long as he remembers who he belongs to." Her fingers scraped along my bare chest, running up and down as she intensified her ride.
Amy finally came, her hips bucking. I didn't know if she was actually into being treated like this, or if she'd managed to get enough arousal in as she was so crudely degraded, but in either case, it was a hell of a show. Sophia groaned, pumping faster at that point, slamming her hips up and down me, using my chest to balance her weight as she forcefully took my cock deep inside her over and over again.
Sophia came for the second time before I did, though not by much; pretty much the moment I heard that throaty noise escape her throat, I was unloading inside her quivering sex, as her juices rained down in copious quantities all over my cock, seeming to soak me in her brine. It felt incredibly good, especially in contrast to the plastic feeling of fucking Vicky with a condom on.
Once I'd completely unloaded inside her, Sophia dragged herself up off my cock, a few last droplets of my own cum raining down on my dick, staining it lightly. Amy panted, staring at the sight of my bare length, her gaze flicking over to Sophia. "Oh, you can fuck it..." Sophia started, purposefully delaying until Amy had kicked off her panties and jeans from around her ankles, clambering up onto the bed, "but first you have to clean it." She gripped Amy by the hair, just shoving her down into my pelvis. "Wouldn't want to mix my juices and yours, right?"
Amy turned a furious, scarlet red, squeezing her eyes shut... but she still let Sophia direct her to the top of my cock, let her mouth fall open even if she was clearly wincing. I didn't object. Seeing Sophia like this, the wild domination in her eyes, was intensely erotic, and Amy clearly considered it a pretty good idea to go along with it. I did decide to do something to make the whole experience better for everybody, once Amy had taken my whole cock into her throat, Sophia grinding her face down against my pelvis.
I used my power. I slurped hard on Amy's power, not draining the sensory elements but seizing all her actual strength of manipulation. It removed the risk of her doing something dangerous with her power, and it sent overwhelming spasms of ecstasy through her body in the process, her hips bucking at the open air as she got choked on my cock. For my benefit, of course, there was the feeling of her tight throat gagging and squeezing on my dick, and the look of Sophia, laughing wickedly at the show. "Coming from getting a cock in your throat, you really are a pervert little dyke aren't you? Want me to finger you?" Amy tried her best to shake her head. "Don't worry, I'm not a dyke so I'm not going to do that." Amy seemed to look relieved at that comment, ridiculous as it may have seemed.
Sophia, though, decided that it would be really fucking fun to just go wild with Amy's head on my pelvis, dragging her sweat-sticky hair into an impromptu ponytail, all knotted dark brown curls, and start pumping her up and down my length. Her nose smashed into my pelvis and deformed; her eyes rolled up as I kept gently push-pulling her to keep her in an ecstatic state like that; and she came like a maniac, juices spilling out freely onto the bed sheets, completely lost in the moment as I made her experience an endless ecstasy as a mild consolation to the humiliation Sophia was heaping down on her.
"Fuck yeah. This is fucking awesome, right?" Sophia asked, a wicked smile in her eyes. "I'm no dyke but seeing some dumb bitch choke on my boyfriend's dick is hot as hell. Ooo, clamp down on her head with your thighs." I obeyed her command, latching my thighs in place, keeping the waves of pleasure cascading through Amy's body even as I did. She spasmed and jerked, and I started to worry about how long she'd been down there - Sophia proceeded to immediately distract me with a kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth with a hungry desire, a sincere lust to feel the inside of my tonsils that was somewhat unusual for her. Her body pressed against mine, her sweat-sticky stomach smushing against my forearm as Amy continued to get choked out on my cock.
Then I finally released Amy, ending her waves of pleasure and letting her pull her mouth off my cock, choking and sputtering as she caught her breath, like a fish on dry land, inert other than desperate attempts to draw in air and spasmic twitches that followed no logic or purpose, born only of autonomic systems dry-firing. When she finally recovered from the mix of asphyxiation and overwhelming pleasure, I could hear her long pants and heaves, lying on the bed in the afterglow of a truly intense sexual experience - I was a bit distracted with the long hungry kiss that only got hungrier.
A few seconds after Amy recovered, though, Sophia popped her lips off mine, smiling wickedly down at me, then glancing at Amy. "I think she wants your cock," she said, and Amy didn't even nod, her skin still colored red from exertion, her eyes following the languid movements of the ceiling fan. I got up from my position on the bed, shifting over in between her legs, lining my cock up with her sex, starting to tease it slowly as I gripped her thighs. "Oh, and don't forget to fix up her ass, she really wanted that."
My hands slid down Amy's body, reaching for her buttocks as I slipped inside her soaked cunt, her thick scent acrid and overwhelming in my nostrils as I plunged inside her. Her juices spilled and sloshed around my dick, her body limply jerking, as I started to put that same power I'd been borrowing from her to good use, adjusting and shifting her ass cheeks beneath my fingers, plumping it up to a delicious extent, giving it just that right amount of dig for my hands.
Of course, I quickly realized a simple problem - she was on her back, so I couldn't see her ass properly. I twisted her body around, so her ass was raised in the air, really letting me get deep inside her, my fingers continuing to shape and mold the full flesh of her booty. Freckles coated it as it ballooned and shrunk in size, adjusted in shape up and down, and all the while I was fucking her. She wasn't coming her brains out, but she was still shivering and shuddering in pleasure as I fucked her like that, her cheek pressed against the bed, drool pooling and smearing across her features lewdly, little bubbles getting blown in it.
Any woman in this world, though, didn't just take it passively. While she was still recovering, her emphasis was more on catching her breath - but once her brain had fully restarted, she realized she was behaving like an inadequate lover. She hurriedly shifted her position on the bed, raising her shoulders up. Her frizzy hair was tangled with sweat, smearing across her features and having to be pushed out of her face as she glanced over her shoulder at me. Her mouth worked for a couple seconds, as she struggled to find the right words for this situation. To try to revert to dominance, like she'd done her first time? To degrade herself further, like Sophia very definitely wanted?
I decided to make it easier on her. I gave her ass a quick slap. "Thank me for upgrading your butt," I told her, as the flesh there jiggled, the outline of her ass becoming a sine wave with freckles for just a fraction of a second.
"Thanks for upgrading my butt!" She practically shouted the words, grasping to them like a drowning woman for a life preserver. "I'm, I really appreciate it!"
"You should apologize to him," Sophia said, her voice a little sharp, carrying just an edge of overwhelming threat. Amy drunkenly turned her way. "You changed his hair color without permission. Got rid of all his pubic hairs, without permission." Amy swallowed. "That's a pretty predatory thing to do, isn't it? And he's been through some rough stuff recently. You should apologize and beg forgiveness."
Ridiculous as it was to hear Sophia tell somebody else predatory, Amy nodded, clearly actually, genuinely sorry. "Sorry," she said, her voice a faint whisper. "I just- I did it on instinct. Please forgive me."
Blonde and hairless from the neck down wasn't something I actually minded, so I just gave her ass a sharper smack, something sharp enough to leave a pink, hand-shaped print that contrasted with her dark brown freckles. "Consider yourself forgiven." She shuddered in relief at that, a smile forming on her lips, something soft and genuinely sweet.
I kept squeezing and playing with her ass cheeks as I started to just ram inside her, and her dirty talk devolved once more into something rather plainer than her earlier self-debasing. "Fuck me." "Yeah, that's it." "Ah, that cock of yours is so good." Sophia wasn't as interested in that particular show, but the ability to switch between eyeing up Amy's newly-scrumptious freckled ass and Sophia's gorgeous, well-honed dark-skinned body as she watched the scene unfold before her was pretty damn sexy. I could see the gears turning in her head as she considered just getting rough with Amy again, but ultimately she decided to let me take the reins for the moment.
When I finally came inside Amy, she just sighed and closed her eyes, letting her arms fall lax on the bed again. As I pulled out, the last few shots sprayed across her beautiful butt, and I stared down at her for a few long seconds, admiring the way they cascaded across the bare skin.
* * *
Victoria Dallon
Vicky was idly reading a book, listening to music as she flicked from page to page. Her appearance was a tad disheveled - she hadn't showered after fucking Sophia's boyfriend - but she wasn't too concerned about it. Only people who'd see her were family or Sophia or the slut in question, who'd understand her looking like a bit of a mess after fucking.
"Hey," Sophia called out, attracting Vicky's attention. She clasped her boyfriend's hand tightly, practically dragging him along with her. "Just got finished up with him. Ah, he wound up fucking Amy again."
"Oh?" Vicky responded. "Good for her." It was. Amy really needed to get fucked, and though fucking somebody else's slut-boyfriend probably wasn't the healthiest place to get a good dicking down, it was better than sitting in her room and masturbating all day.
"Yeah, we did it in your room though," Sophia clarified.
"What?" Why would she possibly do that?
"Sorry. Complain to her." Sophia giggled at some inside joke and dragged her boyfriend along with her.
Victoria put her book down, a certain sense of trepidation in her body as she clambered up the stairs, creaking open the door to her bedroom. Amy was actually masturbating on her bed, her head buried in a pillow for some mystifying reason. More important than that, though, was the absolute fucking mess she had made of the bed. It was coated in her juices and - with a little sniff - she knew also with some piss. "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" She shouted at Amy, who jumped wildly, spasming to attention and snapping her hand out of her cunt. "Are you serious? You have to clean this gross crap off my sheets before tonight! For fuck's sakes," she said, with a half-snarl.
"S-sorry," Amy said, flushed red, still naked, awkwardly attempting to hide her body from view. "My bad. I got... really into it..." she said, in a mumbling, apologetic tone of voice that made Vicky feel bad for blowing up at her.
"It's fine," Vicky said. "Just... I'm not cleaning this up."
"Okay," Amy agreed easily, nodding so swiftly you might have thought she was a bobblehead. She looked like a total mess - hair tangled, drool plastering her cheek, coated in sweat and ruby-red with embarrassment. That slut must have really fucked her good. "Sorry again."
Vicky just shut the door to her bedroom and stomped back downstairs to return to her book.
