Stiles slipped out of Derek’s house under the cover of darkness, her body still buzzing from the marathon fuck session. Cum leaked from both her pussy and ass, thick and sticky, trickling down her inner thighs with every step. She felt deliciously used—sore, satisfied, but already aching for more. The night air cooled her flushed skin as she crossed the yard, sneaking back through the back door like a thief in the night. Her tiny night dress was long gone, shredded at Derek’s, so she moved naked, big tits bouncing, fat ass jiggling softly.

Once inside, she tiptoed to the bathroom, turning on the shower to a gentle stream. She washed quickly but thoroughly—lathering her curves with soap, fingers probing her swollen holes to rinse out the evidence of her infidelity. Warm water cascaded over her porcelain skin, making her pink nipples harden again as she thought of Derek’s cock stretching her ass. “Fuck,” she whispered to herself, biting her lip. But she didn’t linger; Scott was waiting upstairs.