A few hours later in college, Stiles could barely look anyone in the eye, especially not him.

Every step made her feel the evidence of last night and this morning — the faint ache between her thick thighs, the sticky remnants of his cum still leaking into her panties, the dark hickeys he’d sucked onto her neck that she’d tried (and failed) to hide with her hair and a light scarf. Her tiny white crop top and short pleated skirt felt even smaller today, her massive tits straining the fabric, nipples still sensitive from his mouth.