
The drive to the office was silent.
Aria sat in the passenger seat of Damien’s black car wearing the clothes he had left for her: a soft charcoal dress that ended mid-thigh, nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. His cum from the night and morning still leaked slowly from both holes, making her thighs slick against the leather seat. Every shift of her body reminded her how thoroughly he had used her. The pleasant ache in her cunt and ass felt like a brand.




















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