The drive back to Stiles’s apartment was thick with tension. The tiny egg vibrator was still buzzing deep inside her sore, creamy pussy on a low but constant setting. Stiles sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Derek’s luxury car, arms crossed tightly over her massive tits, cheeks burning with anger and leftover shame.

“You absolute fucking bastard,” she hissed, squirming in the leather seat as the vibrations teased her swollen walls. “You made me cum like a desperate whore in the middle of a fancy restaurant! I was squeezing my own tits and moaning out loud while everyone stared. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole from embarrassment!”