Come now," I say, pulling out her and stepping back before helping to settle her on her feet. "If l'm gone for too long, people will come looking, and when they see you with those flushed cheeks and hard peaks of your nipples straining through your dress, they're going to want a taste of what's mine, but let me make this clear–I don't intend on sharing you.
A nervousness flashes in her eyes. "And if someone were to put their hands on me?"
"I would cut their hands off and deliver them right to your door."
Chiara grins and inches toward me as she fixes her dress back into place, though I have no doubt she's currently feeling the way my warm cum leaks out and spreads between those juicy thighs. She'll be excusing herself to go to the bathroom in no time. She lifts her chin, her lips barely a breath away. "I don't know whether to panic because that was the most messed-up thing you've said yet, or to start blushing at your misguided attempt at romance."
