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It took several minutes for Chloe to catch her breath. Between the ****, her orgasm, and the vague thought of having been seen in an intimate moment, her mind was a mess. Once she had regained enough of her composure, she looked to the doorway. There was no trace of anyone there, but the door was opened. All sorts of horrible thoughts ran through her head. If the wrong person had seen her, there might be a video or photographs of her antics being passed around as she lay there on the bed. If the right person saw her, he might think her a disgusting slut for what she did and not want anything to do with her. And she didn’t even know how much this person had seen to begin with. Angrily, she reached for her phone and called Taylor.

“Taylor, can you come back over here for a minute?” Chloe pleaded with a hint of agitation in her voice. She didn’t wait to hear a reply.

Realizing that Taylor was coming over, Chloe got dressed quickly. As she buttoned up her shirt, another thought filled her with dread: What if the person was still there?

Chloe began to hyperventilate at the thought of this person lingering in the cabin with her. What if they wanted an encore performance? Or worse yet, what if they wanted a piece of the action?

The redhead blacked out at the thought.

As Chloe hit the floor, her mystery guest left the cabin, got back in their car, and pulled away.