
You wouldn't believe how fucking loud the slap was—Velasi's skirt barely clung to her hips as she stumbled into the locker room wall, her stepfather's meaty handprint already blooming red across her ass. "I told you to stop wearing this slut shit to school," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair to yank her head back, his breath hot on her ear, "or do you *want* every bastard here to see what a cheap little fuckhole you are?" She whimpered, thighs squeezing together, because god, he *knew* that was exactly it—the way her tits nearly spilled out of her top when he shook her, the way her pulse raced as the football team's laughter echoed down the hall. "N-no, sir," she lied, biting her lip to hide the grin.











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