It was on-brand for Dillon. She was creative, imaginative, and exciting… everything a man could have asked for in a girlfriend. Dillon’s sister was nineteen and wild—two things I wasn’t. “I don’t know. I developed a pretty good life here. “I’m… sorry?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Jack,” I said, “don’t let her steal anything expensive.” Without another word, I opened the front door and walked out. Did she actually expect me to stay in the house with her after what I had just heard? “What’re you doing here?” he asked. “Oh,” I called out. “I didn’t know…”
“That doesn’t matter,” I snarled as I grabbed my wallet and keys. I swerved out of the way to avoid at the same time, and a moment later, she reemerged, her eyes wide as she looked from me to my front door. “Need anything while I’m out?”
She smiled back at me, hers much more genuine than mine. She was still naked. Jessica pressed her plump rear-end into my crotch, helping me grind my cock into her as the last of my cum leaked out of the head of my cock. What if she fucks up all your stuff? Dillon’s eyebrows shot up. I know.”
“You probably dodged a bullet,” Dillon offered. It was tempting to do something like that to her after the gut punch she gave me, but
