At you

Slowly Miranda raises her head from the table, a puddle of drool around where her mouth had been. When she looks up her dazed eyes meet with your own shocked ones. Miranda at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed as you stare at her, but more like you’d seen her singing in the shower rather than submitting completely to another mans dick. Still looking at you she pushes herself up from the table with shaky arms, Toms full condom slipping off her back to splatter on the floor as she does so. When she stands up she wobbles so much you think she might fall backward in a heap on to Tom and Sarah but somehow she manages to right herself

Now she’s stood up you can get an even clearer view of her well used body. Rivulets of bodily fluids flow down her inner thighs, making them shine as they catch the light. Her nipples look hard and sensitive, as if the way they rubbed against the table had been teasing them every time Toms thrusts rocked her body. On unsteady legs she staggers to the side, giving you a clear view of Tom and Sarah, both of them smirking and laughing at your utter humiliation. Miranda really did turn into a slut for Toms cock, just like Sarah said she would. But still, she’s walking back to you now. It seems Mirandas pussy is simply less loyal than her brain.

When she’s close enough to you she collapses into your lap, her body damp with sweat as her skin presses against yours. “I-I said I’d come back.” She whispers weakly into your ear as she pushes her body against you, her hard nipples stabbing accusingly into your chest as she speaks. It’s true. She did come back. But she also came for Tom, more than once. She even said he had the best dick in the world as it pumped inside her. Can you really forget all that and carry on like she’s still the beautiful innocent girl you fell in love with when you know the truth of her slutty, cock-drunk nature?