Dante and Pete finally untied me.

My arms were sore and aching from being raised high for so long. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. My body was a trembling, cum soaked mess, covered in sweat, spit, and multiple loads from both men. I could barely stand on my own, but they didn’t let me fall.

Pete caught me first. He lifted me effortlessly into his strong arms and carried me to the large couch. He laid me down gently, but there was nothing gentle in his eyes. They were dark with hunger and lust.

“Round three,” he said, his voice rough and commanding. “You are not done yet, princess. We...