Chapter 8: Blackmailed Loads

Jake groaned awake, back aching like he'd been trampled. His eyes cracked open to the fucked-up tableau: Greg snoring like a buzzsaw beside him, both buck-naked on Susan's cum-crusted sheets. "What the fuck? Where's Lily?" Heart slamming, he bolted up, sheets sticking to his thighs—dried jizz everyw...