Stiles walked out of the small grocery shop on shaky legs. Her tiny white micro skirt was ruined, barely hanging on. Cum from Mr. Argent was leaking down her inner thighs in thick trails, mixing with the leftover oil and her own wetness. Her torn crop top was open, massive tits barely covered, nipples still hard and sensitive. She looked exactly like what she was — a freshly used, leaking slut.

Derek was waiting just outside in the shadows. The second she stepped out, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, one hand immediately sliding under her ruined skirt to feel the mess between her legs.