They let me slide down onto the couch, legs open, completely wrecked. Cum from all three of them poured out of my red, swollen pussy onto the leather. My breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath. My lips were swollen. My thighs were shiny and streaked.

Harlan stood over me, still half-hard, and looked down at what they had made of his son’s ex.

“You’re not leaving tonight,” he said quietly. “Not until we’ve had our fill. And if we decide we want more after that, you’re going to stay longer.”

My voice was barely a whisper.

“Yes.”

They gave me only a short rest.

When they pulled me...