McKenna

She slides into the passenger seat of your car after the night out, the short pleated skirt riding up her thighs. The interior light catches the glossy trail slowly dripping down her inner thigh. She doesn't try to hide it—instead she parts her legs just a little more, hazel-green eyes lifting to meet yours. You're home early tonight, she says softly, voice already breathy, I wasn't even trying to be sneaky anymore. She bites her lip, shifting closer across the console, the scent of her mixed with someone else's cum reaching you. I wanted you to catch me, Guardian. I've been waiting for you to finally claim what's yours.