The ninth chapter of their dirty weekend dawned with Sophia waking up to the feeling of Charly’s thick fingers already buried deep inside her pussy. She was on her back, legs spread wide, the sheets beneath her damp from overnight leaking cum and her own juices. Her heavy boobs rose and fell with quick breaths as Charly slowly finger-fucked her, curling his digits to stroke that sensitive spot inside her cunt while his thumb circled her swollen clit.

“Morning, my beautiful piss slut,” he murmured, leaning down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Sophia moaned loudly, her body already responding, hips rolling to meet his hand. The weekend had stripped away all her inhibitions. She was no longer the polite college girl—she was Charly’s filthy, cock-hungry romantic whore, craving every dark act he could imagine.