Chapter 93 First Class Service Iii

• I could barely walk.
• Every step back to my seat was hell. My thighs were shaking, my knees still jelly, and my hole was leaking his cum with every movement. I felt it slide down my inner thigh, warm and wet, sticking to my skin. There was no way to hide it—not really. My briefs were soaked. My slacks were clinging to my legs. The scent of him—musky, raw, male—still clung to me like it was burned into my skin.
• I didn’t dare look around.