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Note: Seem like interest is waning. Perhaps stop after this ep2 ends?

Chapter 7

“Ugh, just come inside, inside! Ugh, ugh” Z replied erotically, having prepared morning-after pills after the previous incident. Hearing her sensual answer, both B and D could not hold it in any longer and came. B spewed his goons into Z while D shot on of the grass patch in front of him. Signaling D to quickly get away, B pulled down the front of Z’s top and hugged her in post-sex bliss to buy time for D to get far enough.

First time allowing a man to come inside her, Z was surprised when she felt hot spurts filling her insides. It was weirdly comforting although the guilt of letting another man come in her quickly overcame Z. Her boyfriend had always insisted on a condom with her, hence she had never felt how warm cum would be like in her life. Z decided that the sensation wasn’t half bad, certainly beats swallowing, especially if it was too bitter. Z then felt a tight and warm back hug from B as they both recovered from their intense session. When Z finally regained vision, she was glad to see that everything around her was as before, internally rejoicing the good luck that no one had came across them having sex in public. It was indeed exhilarating to be fucking in this open and public a place, unlike the usual staircases and handicapped toilets and a small part of Z was silently grateful that B had pushed her into having this wonderful experience.

Having taken nothing off, Z was prepared to leave when B halted her while zipping up his own fly.

“Take off your FBTs and your panties” B commanded.
“What.. what?!” Z stammered
“I think your t-shirt is long enough, besides, who is here to see you?” B assured.

It felt weird stripping in public, something Z was taught her whole life not to do. Sliding off her bottoms in one fell swoop, Z was completely bare below. Weirdly, Z felt even more shy to be butt-naked in public than having anyone man in her with her clothes on. She found that her t-shirt is indeed long enough to cover her lady parts, although they will undoubtedly expose themselves if she moves too much. She realised how comforting the cooling air is on her now slightly sore pussy and bruised thighs. She also realised that her t-shirt is now soaked, clinging tightly to her shapely form in the night. Satisfied that she was somewhat adequately covered Z held onto B in the same way they had come, to journey back to where B’s car was, looking just like a couple.