"The Morning Aftermath"

I woke up slowly, my body screaming in protest.

The luxurious king-sized bed in the VIP suite felt too soft against my battered skin. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, telling me it was already morning. Every inch of me ached.

My pussy was the worst. It felt swollen, puffy, and incredibly sore — a deep, burning throb that pulsed with every heartbeat.

Both Louis and Marcus had stretched me so wide last night. I could still feel the ghost of their thick cocks moving inside me, especially the intense fullness when they had both taken my pussy at the same time.

My inner thighs were sticky...