The drive back home after the car breakdown felt like an eternity trapped in a steamy confessional. Derek’s hands gripped the wheel white-knuckled, his mind replaying the taste of Stiles’s milk on his tongue, the way her bare pink fat pussy had ground against him, soaking his pants as she came undone on his fingers. Stiles sat in the passenger seat, her tiny sundress hastily pulled down, but the fabric clung to her wet skin, her massive breasts still heaving from the aftershocks. Her white skin was flushed a deep crimson, pink lips bitten raw, and she avoided his eyes, staring out at the rain-slicked roads. The twins slept peacefully in the back, oblivious to the storm of desire that had raged just inches away.