The moment Jackson's car vanished down the street, Stiles sprinted barefoot across the hallway—her swollen pussy throbbing with every step. Grandpa Derek's door swung open before her knuckles touched wood, his wrinkled hands already reaching for her shaking form. "Babygirl?" Cedar and musk enveloped her as she collapsed against his chest, fat tits squashing against his.

Tears soaked his cardigan when she lifted her skirt—revealing the angry red handprints branding her inner thighs. "H-he slapped me here," she hiccuped, guiding his gnarled fingers to her puffy folds, "and here—" A whimper escaped when his thumb brushed her swollen clit. "F-fucked me raw after you left...said he'd chain me to the stove if I—ah!—looked at you again..."